I Stay in Mumbai alone at a company provided quest house. So got to be boring in the evening and sat and sun during week offs. Reading Fictional stories my day and accompanied …also at the same time trying to search for the likeminded people who live like me here in Mumbai, far from their friends and relations alone.

Same fashion I came in contact with a girl on chat, after a couple od days of chat she revealed her name to be as tamanna and she is from Shimla.please mail your comments at skittu_16@yahoo.com back to the story, later a week passed we became good friends used to talk all.

Slowly we started about romance first and it led to sex chat too. I had my web cam on in my laptop but for security reason she dint disclose herself initially but made me sure that iam talking to a girl and not to those pervert boys who find fun naming them self as girl.

She is a classic cultured girl with intim feeling of love and lust which she is in need of making out but somehow holds herself back for the reasons of family and society.

Next we exchanged our pics had a web chat and slowly the next week even passed. As I said she is not so outgoing she requested me to visit Shimla. But after a bit of hesitation I agreed.

Next couple of days I was thinking myself as in, what do we do where to go where to stay and how to make out as it was first time even for me. Finally with all probabilities I requested her to come to my flat where I stay alone on all week ends but due to her personal issues she too cannot.

After a dilemma we finally fixed goa as our romance & make out place. She managed her parents saying her reasons and she would be out with her friends for 3 days.

Finally I started from Mumbai to goa but still had a big worry, Is it really going to happen? Or am I going to be fooled. Tamanna called me all of a sudden and it was first time she called on my mobile for she knew that I would be in tense situation and she confirmed that she has started already with two of her friends.

Coming to the details of tamanna she is fair with long hair and she was all hot with her 34 sized boobs with knocking round ass.

I reached before them and tried to figure out where to stay and what to do. The eve she was about to come and I was waiting madly to see her for real. Finally she arrived with her 2 friends blowing awesome cute face with a little hair falling on her face adjusting it and struggling to take out her bag out of the cab.

She was looking stunning in her white salwar, looking at me, The smile she gave was like lighting in the falling eve darkness of the sky, she came towards me whispered slowly “hi hotty” I was speech less and stood dumb and was amazed at my fate.

She started the conversation introduced me to both of her friends ANITA and LEELA we exchanged normal chat later we moved to a hotel nearby to the COLVA beach ….they were in a separate room and I had taken a diff room. I had just had gone out for a smoke while they fresh up and come out for a chat.

Since then Tamanna appeared all in glory with her pink T-Shirt and a blue jean with hair open ……looking stunningly beautiful her friends were also kind of good looking but I could not make out my attention apart from tamanna.

We walked along towards the beach it was just around 8 and the stroll on the silvery sands of the Colva Beach in a moonlit night this certainly made both of our eyes filled with romance. Since then we were trying to steal the chance of getting alone and that is when her friends wanted to move back as they were tired ….both of us straight agreed and dropped them at hotel and pretended as we would miss them and walked away back towards the gate.

After a special hi and hugs we rushed towards my room the moment of click of the door was awaiting and both of our lips slashed each other’s, Making hot moments and moving my hand exploring her hot curves over the clothes still the lip lock dint stop.

We moved towards the hall and sitting on the couch looking to each other’s eyes were trying to move close and make a deep neck kiss the doorbell rang. With SHIT sound I moved towards the door and noticed the bar tender asking for the final order from kitchen for dinner ….

Completing the dinner formalities. We walked towards the balcony she was resting her head over my shoulder and we were admiring the calmness of Ocean in front of us …with the cool breeze both of body was trembling for the heat. Looking towards her I slowly ran my fingers in her hair and made her rest in my arms kissing her forehead we walked inside and the moment we sat.

I could see her lips shiver due to the chill air straight starring at her lips I made a move towards her gave a small peck and started the same again she moved a bit forward and now I took her upper lip started the slow motion and made it move ahead and sucked both of her lips.

Making her sleep on bed I ran just two of my figures from her naval raising her top by then I could see her eyes close and whole body had the shiver feel. She was now in no mood of wait but to drag me towards her and feel the heat of my body.

That is where I controlled her and undressed her and tied her both hands and legs to the bed now the real fun started.

I started from the bottom I took the tip of her toe and the kisses what I started giving she was moving her leg with the warm feel of my tongue. Every inch of body was getting wet with my kiss and I reached her panty she pleaded me to stop she was going mad with the tingling feel but also enjoying it …I slowly removed or tried to bring down her panty with my teeth and kissed the top area of her pussy.

Her eyes were now complete with lust as if she is going to eat me and by now even I was getting out of control and wanted to fuck her pussy to hell. But still I wanted to make her this eve a romantic date which got to be remembered for life time.

I made a move towards her navel by moving her hand and rubbing at her swollen ass cheeks. Her belly button was like a deep whole where a grape would fit in easily and I started rolling my tongue deep and around it …..moving to her melons I made a way with my tongue from her belly to her boobs …I unhooked her bra making those melons to jump out of the prison called bra …both the boobs were in full swing ready to be sucked.

A deep breath and moved my lips on the top of the nipples and circled around the nipples making them hard seeing those melons now I could not with stand, Freeing her hands and legs I jumped on her and before I sucked those rock hard tits I sucked those juicy lips making the juice out of those sexy lips she too was in no mood to free my lips both our hands were hugging our bodies tight to each other …I made a move and started sucking those lovely boobs where she held my head pressing against them and helping me to suck them more hard.

While the other was pressed hard and making change of sucking boobs I left to mercy to give them a feel of air other than my warm tongue ….she too made no move in acceptance and made me suck them hard while she enjoyed it.

Standing near to the bed I grabbed her towards me and held her from back kissing her neck and slowly sucking her ear lobes while I massaged her firm boobs ….slowly biting on her shoulder with a hand massaging her boob I made one hand reach down the pussy hole.

The pussy was clean shaved with no trace of hair and which made my dick rock hard and while I was doing these my dick was in between her ass cheeks.. She moved her ass left and right slowly and made my dick rub her ass hard.

She held my dick and started rubbing it. I turned her towards me and holding her in my hands I made her sleep on the bed and I reach down looking in to her eyes I made my fingures run over her pussy ….oh the pinkish lips of her pussy made me mad and there was no delay my face reached her pussy and my tongue made its way around the love hole.

She mourned with pleasure I continued it next I I kept my figure at the bottom of her pussy and made my tongue its way inside the love hole to explore the salty pleasure. The moment my figure played at the bottom of her clit I tasted her love juices started ossing out she got up and grabbed by head to kiss my lips holding my dick firm tight.

She made her way down towards my dick to suck it she gave no chance of delay for me to resist. She was in no mood of slowness she went in with a huge fast blowjob lifted my dick and made her way down towards my balls. I could not control myself and was in tingling pain “Ah AH ……AH PLs darling stop it I can’t control it “she was out of reach for me

I grabbed her ass pulled towards me and started licking her pussy making my head between her thighs while she was still sucking my dick and playing with my balls. Both were in 69 positions for about a couple of min she was loading my mouth with her juice I too blushed my hot think load deep into her throat.

Still she sucked while I played with her ass. Both got up and hugged each other passionately for about a min and I played with her boobs to drink her milky boobs. Just pushing her on the bed climbed her from back holding her boobs which were facing down I was rubbing my dick between her ass line and kissing her back bitting it slowly made her wild. She made me sleep and got on top of me making my dick way into her pussy and she started riding on me at the same time I was still playing with her boobs pressing them.

After about 5 min I took her to the end of the bed made her neel to the ground holding the bed firmly I entered her pussy from behind I started it slow as it might pain her and ruin the fun she took it well and started to mur mur some thing which I was in no mood to hear while I concentrated to raise my speed of fucking her.

In about a min my speed raised and she was with YES YES FUCK ME FUCK FUCK ME OH>>>>..OH Yes do it Deep ah yes …..these sounds encouraged me and  the room was filled with the flap of my thighs to her ass cheeks and her sounds….holding her waist firm I tried to enter her more deep she went in and was the sound which was horrifying me as I was wondering me as these are in pain or love… I made a stop and turned her face while she had drops of water in her eyes but she responded with a teeth gripping sound “WHAT MADE YOU STOP” I was in no words .

Just moved her back on bed at the corned and kissed her madly with lust and fondling her boobs so she could make out some liquid at her pussy which would help her to enjoy the sex further.

As I entered again her pussy again making her one feet on my shoulder made my way in slow and before I raise her the second leg to make my way deep in…. I gave the motion a bit raise bt this time she gave a slow mourns AHHHHHHH……HMMMMMMM so sweettttt looooooveeee me …epee. I took her into my arms raised her from bed because I felt she is tired and she needs a break ….as all this happened within around 3 hrs. without a break and next we had a light drink and had chat for about 2 min all the way nude.

We moved for a bath holding each other on shoulder, the hot water bath could not make out our any romantic dream so we opted and went on with cold chilling water …..

As the shower went flowing on her first she raised her hands and was trying to manage the flow of water at her face I could see the drops of water dripping from her lips, ears , hair and her chin I stood admiring her while she was shivering in cold and enjoying she grabbed be in and gave a tight hug leaving no space even water to flow within.

Taking her face in my hands looking into her eyes I rubbed my lips over her and made a lip line with my tongue over her both lips. She trembled with cold water from top and hot feel from front. She tried to grab my lips and kiss me ….i went back and played around and now I sat down on my knees and kissed her stomach and the belly button playing with kisses around her belly and holding her soft ass cheeks massaging them ….she was running her fingers in my hair with “AHHHHH hmmm pls stop it you are making me mad …..”

Holding her lower lip pulling it out a little I kissed it she was holding my dick and massaging it ….i made the bucket upside down and made her one leg raise and rested it on the bucket. Easily I made my way inside her pussy as the water was still slowly running on top of both of us .

The lips were tight locked I was sucking them hard she moved and licked my face all over while I was still in motion… now I raised my speed her boobs were in full swing. She closed her eyes and hugged me tightly.

I turned her and made her catch the taps tight and spread her legs and standing at her back holding her firmly so that she does not go and hit the wall I entered her love hole again and with immense speed she was at full glory Ah ah ah ah ,…yes fuckkkk me deeepp yes yay a y ay a fuck me fuck me yes ….my head were moving in moment and was fucking her madly after about a 5 min I turned her and making her stand straight I entered her ….which was a good feel as the thighs were also rubbing my dick I could not with stand more and just after about 2 mins of fuck I shooted out the fluid on her legs .

With a resting hug and romantic kiss we wiped ourself and walked out and could see about many missed calls from her friends. She got dressed up and gave them a sms “We made a movie plan and we are in movie…. Sorry will reach in about an hour.”that solved our prob and we had about 1 more hour but we had romantic chat with boobs suck and dick suck.

Please mail in your comments at rohith_love@yahoo.com. This was the day one romance we had from 8 pm to 1 in the night and next day exp will share in the part two of the story…..it was the immense feel of a girl and a boy of making out love. We have our own dreams and wish of making love with our mates in diff and lovely moods. Hradly few people make it out…It is not such important that the above story is true or fiction ….and not the greatness of any one it’s the way the boy expressed the feelings and the girl accepted and enjoyed.

The next part contains never before thrilling exp of romance and satisfaction of lust this part had the intro of the people but the next part straight goes into lips licking romance and dick shagging hang out fun. Please write in your comments.

Kate & Jim

by beagle9690

June, 2011

Katherine once was an insufferable shrew of a wife married to a two-timing cheating wimp of a man for almost 16 years.

Jim is a wrecking yard owner and scrap dealer. He comes from a long line of lawyers, doctors, and family members in the diplomatic corps. He has three brothers and one sister in those professions. Jim absolutely loves his work, especially the hard physical labor involved. 

Jim is a plain man bordering on homely.  He is also built like a fireplug wrapped in muscles and is as strong as an ox. Jim’s intellect is as sharp as a virgin scalpel. He plays it down to his advantage so that people will underestimate him.  He finds their lack of insight amusing. 

Jim and Katherine were neighbors for almost ten years when unforeseen events devastated Katherine’s life. She is a very pretty woman with shoulder blade-length copper red hair and green eyes. Katherine has freckles that decorate her lithe and trim figure which she used to hate them.

Jim started calling her Kate to annoy her, the reference being the Kate from Shakespeare’s “The Taming of the Shrew”. 

At first, Katherine had no idea of the inference, or the fact Jim attended private schools, followed by college  to earn a six year degree.  Kate was a pretty thorn in his side, while Jim was a thorn in hers until she moved in with him. 

Kate has nothing to go back to because she came from nothing, growing up in a shabby trailer court in an immaculately clean rundown trailer in central Florida. Kate lived in that tiny abode with her mother, grandmother and grandfather, Kate’s father leaving when she was five. Her grandpa Jack taught her the fine sport of billiards in the recreation hall of the trailer court.

Grandpa Jack was a scoundrel in his younger days, making a living as pool shark; he taught Katherine well.   Katherine’s grandpa Jack loved Kate more than anything in the world and died when Kate was thirteen followed by Kate’s mother who was killed by a bus walking to work when Kate was fifteen.

An honor student, Kate dropped out of school to work full time so that she could care for her grandmother. At nineteen, Kate married a man almost twenty years her senior and moved with him to New York. 

Kate’s ex-husband, the passive aggressive wimp, ruined her finances and reputation. He left her nothing but the clothes on her back when the house from the divorce settlement literally burned to the ground destroying all of the contents.

The fire marshal deemed the suspicious fire as arson. Katherine was the prime suspect in the ensuing police investigation that led to a grand jury hearing and subsequent bench trial culminating in a plea deal out of desperation. 

Kate’s husband, Thomas, is no doubt laughing his proverbial ass off in his Villa in Costa Rica with his new young bride who would be Thomas’s age of 55 subtract 40.

Thomas planned everything with the precision of an atomic clock. He took three mortgages plus several loans against the house forging Kate’s name. He opened and charged to the max on multiple credit cards letting the balances accumulate interest and late payments ruining her credit.

To make matters worse, the home owners insurance was cancelled without her knowledge a week before the fire was deliberately set. Katherine was in Florida on a bi-yearly trip visiting with her Grandmother in the nursing home.

Kate’s bank accounts were frozen shortly after the fire by the Internal Revenue Service as were her credit cards. To compound her problems, Kate received a letter from the Internal Revenue Service demanding payment for 7 years of unpaid joint taxes; her husband is untouchable in Costa Rica or so he thought.

Their story begins in Jim’s driveway the day after Katherine was sentenced to five years probation.

Jim was rebuilding the engine of his restored 1969 Plymouth Road Runner and the silence of no Kate to complain was bliss to his ears.

Kate or Katherine, whatever you prefer was in one dandy of a mess.  Jim saw an opportunity to have a clean house not to mention a piece of ass on the side.  

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“So let me get this straight, Kate, as a condition of your probation you are required to have a place to live with valid mailing address.”

“We have been neighbors for 10 years, Jim. I know we have our differences but I have always thought of you as a good man. Your business sponsors several youth sport teams and you coach your own little league team. You have such a big house and it is just you living here.”

“Why should I, Kate?  You and I never got along, but assuming I agreed.  I will wash your mouth out with soap if you talk to me the way you did to your husband. 

Afterward you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week when I finished spanking your tight little ass. You are hard on the ears but nice on the eyes, pretty Kate.

How many times have you complained to me for working on my cars on my own property, or because the leaves from my oak trees blew in your yard, an act of nature; or because I threw snow on your yard with my snow blower….ridiculous nonsense like that? Your bull shit list of complaints over the years has been endless.”

“I know I went a little overboard as a neighborhood activist but if you don’t agree the alternative for me is prison. I can’t find a job yet to suit my station. I promise you won’t even know I’m around.”

“Suit your station? That’s a good one, Kate” Jim said laughing. You could tell from the look on her face that Katherine wasn’t accustomed to being laughed at.

“I’ll be dipped, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” Jim continued to laugh at her, “Suits your station, ha, ha, ha, ha…make yourself useful your Eminence. Please  hand me the 3/4” open end box wrench in the third drawer from the top of the tool chest behind you.”

Kate was thinking, ‘You are a homely unfeeling crude beast, Jim Brady. I paid you a compliment about youth sports and you basically being a good man and I meant it…..if I were your wife indeed; fat chance of that ever happening.

Just try washing my mouth out with soap and spanking my bottom you brutish ogre. You are nothing but a junk man trying to live above your station in life with the biggest house on the street and it’s not fair.

I never graduated high school but neither did you Mr. Junk Man.’ (a wrong assumption on Kate’s part) ‘To think I have sunk so low that I have to come begging to you for a place to live.’  

But in the end what could she do.  Kate swallowed her pride and said, “You have to believe me Jim I didn’t do it. I’m not that kind of person.”

“I listened to you talk for the past hour.  Are you done?”

“Yes, I…”  Jim interrupted, “Good, now shut your yap and listen for a change.

I believe you pretty Kate,” Jim said wiping his hands on a shop towel as he walked over to her, “It is an election year and the district attorney saw a slam dunk case when he brought your case quickly to trial. You were distraught having lost everything and took a plea deal.

You can be a first class bitch do you know that Ms. self-appointed neighborhood activist. I often got the impression you think your shit doesn’t stink.   

Don’t mistake for a minute I don’t know you look down on me. I’m just a common uneducated junk man to you with dirty hands who has his junk cars cluttering up an otherwise compliant neighborhood.

At times you can be an insufferable shrew. That being said I do not doubt your veracity or misguided good intentions.

I don’t believe you did it. I believe you are basically a good person who likes to put on airs. 

I also think it is a shame your so called friends and compliant neighbors, the one’s you managed to bully, turned their backs on you the way they did.  

But lucky me; I’m your last choice. How sad is that.

In your defense your husband did you wrong. Thomas wasn’t much of a man to begin with so there is no great loss there. Why an obviously intelligent woman like you would marry a man who was so much older is beyond me. You have every legal right to divorce him, however, Thomas has no moral right to do what he did to you.

Like it or not the courts decide divorce settlements no matter the outcome. You didn’t do too badly there until your ex-husband got his revenge. I believe he is behind everything.

It is said that women marry men thinking that they can change them. That is why I never married.

 It is also said that men marry women hoping that their bride will never change.

I will never change. I doubt you will ever learn to curb your mouth unless someone tames your tight little ass.

Despite your acid tongue, I have often wondered if there is a tender woman’s heart beating in your chest, a heart as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside. I have been enjoying the view, you ever since you moved here.

If you are offended by my assessment too damn bad. I’m no prize either and I’m anything but handsome. Granted I’m rough around the edges and blunt, perhaps even crude in your eyes.

But I’m an honest troll…nothing like your former piss ant passive aggressive husband Thomas the investment broker with his soft clean hands and manicured nails.  

Tell me the truth, am I your last choice, Kate?”

“I won’t lie, yes; I’m just looking for a fresh start.”

“Excellent, I respect honesty even when it’s directed at me. You have just gone up a notch in my eyes.

Let’s get down to the nuts and bolts; how much money do you owe the half-ass attorney that allowed a plea deal?”

“I owe him twelve grand.”

“Do you owe anyone else money?”

“I filed bankruptcy for everything else except for what the IRS says I owe them. Bankruptcy doesn’t cover that. I need to meet the terms of my probation to stay out of jail.”

“I’ll cover the attorney bill in consideration for your housekeeping expertise.   

You can move into the first floor Master bedroom with the attached bathroom my mother used when she was visiting. This will allow you privacy, and I am sure you will be more than comfortable.

Nobody alive I know can keep a house like my Mom used to in her day. Nevertheless I believe you can do a far better job at it than me

I know your house was spotless, Kate. By reputation and the one time you tricked me into attending a neighborhood meeting when my junk cars was the main topic of conversation. It was very clever of you to keep it as the last item on the agenda while you plied me with coffee and coffee cake to soften me up. I never saw it coming.

“Thank you.”

“How old are you Kate?”

“I’ll be 36 in five months.”

“What day in September?”

“The eighth.”

“If that doesn’t beat all, we have the same birthday; I’ll be 37 on the 8th of September,” Jim said laughing, “You can bake us a cake. If that coffee cake you served is any indication I know you can cook.”

“Of course I can cook.”

“I just said that….I need a housekeeper who can a cook. You will fit the bill nicely. Better yet make that a surrogate wife.

It will be a pleasure to have a pretty woman to look at around the house. You will get room and board plus $ 50.00 a week in spending money, provided you learn to keep your yap shut.”

Kate was seething and trying to bite her tongue thinking, ‘room and board? Fifty dollars you smug bastard…surrogate wife! Who are you to tell me I can’t express my opinions. How dare you, you troll…. only when pigs can fly.’ 

I will send your attorney $250.00 a week until his bill is paid. After your attorney’s bill is satisfied your wages will be fourteen hundred a month in addition to room and board. This pretty much means that you will have the run of the house.

That should satisfy the conditions of your probation. You now have a place to live and are gainfully employed. I don’t think  we require a written contract. There is no need to thank me, as it will be an equitable deal for the both of us.”

“What duties other than cooking and cleaning do you require?” Kate asked sweetly.”

“As I said, you are a pretty woman, Kate. I might want to roll in the sack on occasion as any good wife would do as part of her wifely duties. At least until your attorney is paid.”

“Don’t think for a second I will ever let you put your coarse dirty hands on me. You probably can’t get it up you ugly beast. It’s no wonder why you never married. I’ll bet you a year wages that your tiny weenie is a joke. Do you think I’m some kind of high class whore?”

“I never said or even implied that you emasculating shrew.

I never used the word “high class”.

What a shame you are such a frigid, unfeeling, ungrateful bitch. What a shame your beauty is only skin deep. I take back what I said about a woman’s heart. 

I’ll bet my left testicle you never had an orgasm in your life. 

I also doubt you’ve ever been with a real man.  A good fucking followed by an honest orgasm might thaw you out some. It might do you some good; now you will never know.”

“You conceited egotistical troll, you a real man? Don’t make me laugh, ogre! If your imagined libido was as huge as your enormous ego your little cock would still only be 1 ½ inches long, assuming you can manage to get it up.

“Who do you think you are, some kind of satire? Why are you laughing, asshole? Stop laughing at me!”

“The word is satyr, Kate, not satire. Satire is a literary work in which human vices or folly is attacked through irony, derision, or wit. It can be of a verbal nature such as you just unsuccessfully attempted. 

While a satyr is a mythical manlike woodland creature from Greek mythology depicted as having the pointed ears of a goat, the short horns of a goat on his head; the short tail of a goat  and the hairy legs of a goat ending in hooves.  I’ll only concede I’m an ugly man going bald,” Jim ran his hand over his close cropped bristly head, “minus the mentioned appendages of genus Capra.”   

Jim grabbed Kate roughly and kissed her lips making her eyes get big. Kate gasped and sputtered with surprise and indignation,  thinking, ‘He has been playing with me all along. Nothing I said rattled him. Nothing I said got through his thick troll skin.’

“You…you can go to hell you smug bastard.  I’d rather go to prison!” and with that Kate picked up her donated Salvation Army suitcase full of used clothing from the same and walked away.

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It was almost midnight when Jim’s doorbell rang and he leisurely got out of bed. He put on his robe to answer the door.

When Jim opened it, “I’m not going to beg. Is the job still open?”

“Well, hello, Kate.”

“Hello, Sir, may I come in?”

“Of course you may. Let me take your suitcase,” and Jim did, leading Kate into the kitchen. He pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

“Have you been crying, Kate, you look terrible.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?”

“No thank you, Sir.  Why do you insist on calling me Kate when my name is Katherine?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Kate.”

“Fine, you’re the boss, Sir.”

“Well you woke me up. I’m going to make myself a cup of Earl Grey tea to have with some short bread cookies. Would you like a cup?

“Yes, Please.” She gladly accepted as it was her favorite tea, and his.

“What happened to calling me Jim?”

“That wouldn’t be proper, Sir.”

“I can live with that. Call me Sir if you wish.”

“Then… you are going to hire me?”

“Of course, we share the same birthday and as I said, you are a pretty woman and a delight to my eyes.”

“What if I wasn’t a beautiful woman? Would you still hire me?”

“There you see, we do agree on something.”

“What do we agree on?”

“That you are a beautiful woman…….ah hah!”

“Now what’s the matter?”

“Stop pretending that you can’t smile…..you are still pretending…..that’s better…..very nice.”

They sat quietly for a time in the kitchen sipping their tea. Jim pretended not to notice that Kate ate most of the cookies, finally, “It’s getting late, Kate. Let me show you to your room.”

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 Kate lay on the bed without bothering to undress or unpack her suitcase. Earlier she cried her eyes out. She was absolutely drained and exhausted from worry that Jim wouldn’t take her in.

Kate was thinking, ‘I’m surprised Jim didn’t to rub my nose in it…..the hell with him. The troll only wants one thing from me, sex. I’m not going to change for anybody. I’ll call them as I see them…..I’ll just have to be extra careful around him; the troll really would spank me.

I also better get accustomed to being called Kate.’

Kate woke up late the next morning feeling refreshed if somewhat momentarily puzzled.   Someone, Jim, had taken off her shoes and covered her with a cotton quilt while she slept. Jim also unpacked her suitcase putting everything in the closet or dressers.

‘Well I guess the troll saw my “GPS” ankle bracelet. I can deal with everything else but this is so humiliating.  I’m not some kind of wild animal or dangerous career criminal or rapist. I was going to tell him.’

Kate went looking for Jim and found a note on the refrigerator addressed to her, “Dear Kate, I’ll be overseeing Little League tryouts for most of the day.

Look around and get used to the house. You may have noticed there are no locks on any of the inside doors. I’m not being sarcastic. Help yourself to whatever you need and make yourself at home, Sincerely, Jim.”

Kate made herself a poached egg on wheat toast along with a banana for breakfast before taking her shower.

She was pleasantly surprised and then mildly annoyed to find her bathroom freshly stocked with towels, washcloths and toiletries. ‘What an ego the troll has to assume that she would come crawling back.’

That was Kate’s wrong assumption. Jim’s intentions were good even though he guessed right that Kate would be back. He knew Kate was in a hard way; just as he knew somebody close to her case.

There were several brands and types of shampoos and conditioners for Kate to choose, as well as ladies razors, shaving creams or gels. Kate found several styles of toothbrushes and different brands of toothpaste.

Then there were the soaps, however, not just any common brand of store bought soap. Jim bought Kate locally made hard milled organic soaps by Hawk Moon Soaps with names such as Pink Clover. The wrapper described this soap having a light fruity and floral combination with fresh jasmine, lily of the valley, violets and lavender topped off with notes of fresh ripe peaches and raspberries.

There was Jamaican Sunset, Slice of Summer, Powder Room, Red Ripe Raspberry, Mystic, Spring Lilac Herbal and Scented Goat Milk. There was Sun Shower, Sweet Grass & Sage and finally, Country Almond Oat. 

Jim is a practical man and planned on using any or all of the soaps that she didn’t like.

Kate was thinking, ‘the troll can go to hell if he thinks I’m impressed or I can be bought this easy.’ Despite the fact that Kate was secretly pleased.

Kate took a leisurely shower. She dressed and explored her new home for at least the next year.  Going room to room Kate was thinking, ‘The décor and color scheme in most of the rooms in this house are very masculine in flavor and seem to emanate testosterone.

All the furniture is heavy and massive. It looks to be very comfortable. This must be his favorite chair,’ and with that Kate dropped down into the well worn but lovingly cared for brown leather chair putting her feet on the matching ottoman.  

‘Just try laying a hand on me Mr. Troll,” she thought punching the arm of the chair, ‘I bite as well as bark.’

Kate sat there for a moment imagining that this was her house with Jim as her indentured servant. Jim was wearing a long blond wig and dressed in a French Maid’s Uniform serving her tea.

This thought had Kate grinning from ear to ear. “This tea is tepid,” she said out loud while pretending to pour the tea from an imaginary cup to the floor, “bring me a fresh hot cup immediately and clean up this mess! You can then stand in the corner, sissy boy. When I’m done with my tea you will be spanked again with my hairbrush,” and this caused Kate to get silly and laugh out loud. 

‘If nothing else the sissy boy’s mother has good taste. I love the way my room is decorated and furnished.  It is almost if I decorated it myself. It will be my safe haven in a storm.’

Kate decided the house cleaning duties wouldn’t be so bad since the floors were finished wood with carpets. The kitchen and bathroom floors were tile. With the exception of her room, the wood floors had the oval sectional rag wool carpets of Jim’s rustic and masculine taste.

Kate’s room had a genuine hand woven wool oriental rug. There was a genuine Tiffany floor lamp next to the huge floral and cherub carved mahogany poster bed that was the centerpiece of the room. There was a matching Tiffany table lamp on her makeup vanity table with the carved mirror and matching carved chair. Add the lace curtains and the heavy brocade drapes on her bed, that where identical to the canopy and curtains …perfect.

There was a mahogany floor to ceiling wardrobe with mirrors on the inside of the doors. There were two dressers of mahogany carved to match the rest of the bedroom furniture.

 Kate explored the three story house, an historical landmark, and a house that she secretly coveted. Kate went from top to bottom; from stem to stern looking through every closet and drawer. Kate even went up in the enclosed widow’s walk going outside on the roof near the railing to look over the neighborhood through Jim’s Swarovski binoculars and telescope. Kate didn’t recognize the brand but she recognized their quality when she handled them.

No doubt the troll wanted the house cleaned from top to bottom and stem to stern and here is  where Kate started after going downstairs for the Murphy’s Oil soap, a bucket of warm water, rags, glass cleaner, paper towels, a broom and dustpan. 

Kate cleaned the inside of the widow’s walk from ceiling to floor, returning with glass cleaner to do the windows inside and out. Kate noticed one of the windows was sticking.  She would have to talk to Jim about that.

Next Kate tackled the finished attic, opening the windows on both ends for a cross breeze.

‘This attic is a disgrace,’ she thought, ‘just look at all this dust and clutter; boxes scattered about including on top of the billiard table.’

Kate moved boxes and swept and dusted. Kate then vacuumed intending to wash walls and mop the floor after checking in with her Probation Officer. Kate lifted the corner of the nylon tarp to check the surface of the pool table. She was pleased to see it still in excellent condition. Kate loved playing pool and was quite good at it; as it turned out much better than Jim.

Kate went to the kitchen to make to the telephone call to get his voice mail. She reasoned that was good enough for now. Being a little hungry Kate ate another banana,  a can of tuna with celery, red onion, lemon juice, black pepper mixed in on top of saltine crackers.

She  drank three glasses of water while sitting at the table and compiling the grocery list. She reasoned that it would be good to get into her routine again even if it wasn’t her real home.

Kate made a mental note to discuss removing all the contents of the beat up cardboard boxes and plastic garbage bags in the attic to put them into plastic storage tubs with lids so that they could be stacked. It wouldn’t hurt to label them as well.

About the time she finished the attic, Kate heard cars pull in the driveway and the loud noise of excited youthful commotion that could only be boys.  Looking out the window she saw dozen boys of all shapes and sizes with groceries bags in hand piling out of Jim’s Chevy Van and four more boys get out of a black sedan.

The last person to get out of the sedan was Robert Jervis. Kate thought, ’great, just my luck.”

They already had the grill out of the garage, the ice chest full of ice and soda pop before Kate got outside to talk with her young Probation Officer, Robert Jervis; he couldn’t be more than twenty-two or twenty-three at the most and he was all hardnosed business. In Kate’s mind she was being bossed around by an insufferable child who was too big for his britches. 

When she approached him, “I’ll be with you in a minute, Ms. Ryan.”Kate was using her maiden name of Ryan now, “I’m not here on official business…..OK, you boy’s line up behind your Coach and then we need a show of hands of who needs a baseball glove…pay attention, Sam.”

He then turned to Kate and said, “We will talk after we bring the boys home, Ms. Ryan,” and Kate wondered why the change in attitude. He was addressing her as Ms. Ryan instead of Katherine.

In the mean time more boys showed up and immediately got in line behind Jim or Robert. These boys were wearing their team’s uniform from the previous year.

“You players pair-off with a boy in uniform,” Jim said, “he is going to be your practice buddy for the entire season…..what did you say, Sam?..... Yes, after you are paired off and get your glove we will have hotdogs and hamburgers…..Yes, Sam, we will be having soda-pop too……yes, Sam, everybody is going to get a uniform but not today…..

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Kate went into the house to get cleaned up to be ready with her meeting with her Probation Officer. It was after dark until Officer Jarvis came inside. He seemed to be in good spirits.

“Coach is driving the boys home who don’t have a ride.”

“Who is Coach?” Kate asked.

“Coach Brady,” Officer Jervis replied, “I assumed you knew. Jim was my Little League coach.  Normally all the best players are picked first. Coach and I pick the boys we know nobody else wants; the misfits. We mix them in with the better players from the previous seasons who stick around to mentor; the buddy system.

Some of the new boys will lose interest and quit early but most stick around to become adequate or good players with the occasional outstanding player emerging from the mix. 

I was lousy when Coach picked me. I am merely adequate now. Our team seldom won any games but we were a tight group. We learned the most important lesson of all; to have each other’s back covered.

There were no stars on our team. Everybody got to play. I have my own team now and I follow Coach’s philosophy.”

“As you can see Officer Jervis, I am in compliance. I work for Mr. Brady as his live-in housekeeper. I still contend that I’m innocent.”

“Yes, Coach and I discussed your case in great detail.” 

“What do you mean in great detail?” Kate asked starting to get angry, “What business is it of his?”

“Your trial is a matter of public record, Ms. Ryan. Coach has copies of the trial transcripts. I didn’t give Coach any personal information about you if that is what you are worried about and he didn’t ask.”

“I had no idea that trial transcripts are that easily available, Officer Jervis.”

They’re not; access generally requires a written Freedom of Information request and that takes time.”

“Then how did Mr. Brady get them so quickly?”

“I have no idea….perhaps because he is Coach. I caught hell for referring to you by your first name, Ms. Ryan and I apologize. 

Coach explained it was disrespectful and unprofessional of me to address a mature woman in such a manner.

‘A mature woman,” Kate thought, ready to kill the troll.

I also read the transcripts of your trial.  I’m not supposed to take a stance one way or the other. Off the record I don’t believe you did it either now, Ms. Ryan. The good news is that I do have some discretion in the administration of your probation.  You will no longer be required to wear the “GPS” ankle bracelet.”

“Thank you, Officer Jervis.”

“You are welcome, Ms. Ryan.”

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There was a dark storm cloud gathering above Kate’s head in the kitchen as she waited for Jim to return.

When Jim walked into the kitchen, “Hello Kate, I trust you slept well?”

“Yes, thank you for asking, Sir.”

“Do you like your bedroom?”

“It’s adequate, Sir.”

“I see, just adequate,” Jim said, shaking his head in annoyance, “I also see that you are still fixated on calling me Sir?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m trying to be professional about it unlike some people.”

“Alright, what’s bothering you, Kate?”

“May I speak my mind without fear of being beaten or fired, Sir?”

“You may.”

“And you won’t wash my mouth out with soap.”

“No, spit it out,” he said grinning.

“Don’t think for a minute that you can buy me so cheaply.”

“Are you dissatisfied with our arrangement? Do you want more money? I feel I have been more than fair.”

“I can buy my own shampoo and other things like that. I’m not destitute, Sir.”

“What are you talking about, Kate? I was just trying to be nice to make you feel at home. I have no idea what brands you prefer.”

“You just want to get into my pants. It’s patently obvious. “

“Is that what you think, Kate? I have no other feelings or motives aside from the patently obvious?”

“All men want something.  I know what you want, me.”

“Apparently there is no pleasing you, Kate, and yes I still do. That is part of our agreement,” Jim replied raising his voice with this difficult woman.

“You are angry. There is no point in trying to reason with you and discuss this sensitive issue further, Sir.”

“Don’t try and manipulate me, Kate; “there is no point in trying to discuss” is a manipulative argument falling on deaf ears.”

“Fine, we will have it out here and now. What business is it of yours reading my trial transcripts or interfering with my Probation Officer? I’m more than capable of handling that on my own.”

“Are you aware that as your employer I am required to provide Bobby with monthly time sheets along with a progress report?

I have to talk to your Probation Officer as a condition of your probation.  You approached me, remember. You asked me for help. I have every right and a vested interest.”

“No I didn’t know about you reporting to Officer Jervis. But if you think I’m innocent why inquire?”

“Because I am looking into a few things, Kate.” 

“Next subject ; don’t you think it hypocritical that you insist Officer Jervis address me as Ms. Ryan and you address me as Kate when my name is Katherine?”

“No, I do not think it is hypocritical.”

“How convenient, I….” Kate stated sarcastically before catching herself to really speak her mind.

“Bobby is one of my boys, Kate.  I was his Little League Coach.  He worked for me summers during High School and summers while attending college.

Bobby just turned twenty-two while you are going to be thirty-six in September. Bobby doesn’t have your life experience or sophistication.

Furthermore, Bobby has only been a Probation Officer for six months. In theory you are old enough to be his mother.

Bobby is young, inexperienced, highly motivated to succeed, perhaps a bit hardnosed.  I am certain when he gets older and gains experience, Bobby will calm down and mature into the job.”

“I thought it was something else.”

“Fair enough, but I have to tell you I didn’t like finding the ankle bracelet on you. It is totally unnecessary and demeaning. It is no different than a shock collar on a dog.

You are none of those things and it angered me.”

“There is one more thing, Mr. Brady, is the occasional role in the sack open for negotiation?”

“In a word, no!”

“I have made a grocery list for you to approve. Many of the items in your cupboards are questionable or out of date. They need to be replaced. I’ve put them aside if you care to look.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll take your word for it. Dispose of them as you see fit.”

“I cleaned the widow’s walk and started on the attic. The window facing North on the widow’s walk sticks. You need to look into fixing that.

We can talk about the plastic storage tubs with lids and what my days off will be tomorrow. Do you need my services for the rest of the evening, Mr. Brady? Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m full of hotdogs and I have my team roster to go over.”

“I will be in my room, good night, Mr. Brady.”

“Goodnight, Kate.”

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Three months had gone by and Kate was well settled into a routine.  She was getting used to Jim’s ways. Kate had no real complaints because she had the run of the house from top to bottom and kept it immaculate for them.

Kate is a well organized woman with a system and once she got things the way she wanted them, all Kate had to do was maintain.

Kate rearranged all the kitchen cupboards and moved furniture around including his bedroom. Jim didn’t complain.

As long as his leather chair and footstool had the floor lamp next to it and his meals were on time, everything was OK in the world as far as Jim was concerned.

Jim approved her grocery list every week and for the most part let Kate plan all their meals.

They took all their meals together even lunch. Jim came home from work for an hour most days and telephoned her when he couldn’t.

Jim wasn’t a picky eater and ate whatever she put in front of him aside from liking his steaks rare. Encouraged by this, Kate started trying out different recipes and dishes, something she wasn’t able to do when she was married.

The ex was an extremely picky eater who would throw a tantrum if she broke the yolk on his egg. Jim didn’t care as long as it was cooked.

It was amazing, Jim ate and ate with a healthy gusto never seeming to gain weight.

She found herself constantly comparing Jim with her ex- husband. Jim took all of his meals at a properly set table with her. He never sat in front of the television to eat, like some people, the ex-asshole.

Jim was considerate. He picked up after himself. He wiped out the tub and shower with his bath towel when he was done bathing, put his dirty clothes in the hamper….little things like that.

Jim hadn’t demanded Kate perform her wifely duties to date although out of the blue when she least expected it Jim would grab Kate and kiss her lips leaving her flustered.

The garage along with that stupid car remained his domain.  Jim kept it locked when he wasn’t home. This made Kate very curious. She wondered what the big secret was; especially since there wasn’t a thing or place in the house she wasn’t intimately familiar with.

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Baseball season was over and Kate had been living with Jim five months. She still hadn’t been able to get into the garage alone to look around. It was driving her crazy.

’What is Jim hiding in there?’ Kate was always thinking, ‘Jim sometimes disappears early in the morning on weekends to return late at night.

Kate found herself waiting up for Jim unable to sleep when he wasn’t home and would stew about it, thinking,

‘Jim is so predictable and reliable except for disappearing all day Saturday and Sunday and not telling me where he is going….reliable is good. Is it possible that Jim is with a woman….no women have ever called here looking for him?

I have no idea who Jim talks to when he is in the garage. He never brought a woman home that I know of in all the time I have known him…..

What’s the matter with me? I’m a woman…. granted he leaves his cell phone number for emergencies…..the hell with him.

There are definite disadvantages to working for Mr. Brady.

I have to be home after eight at night because of my damn curfew unless I am with Jim or it is work related. Maybe I should try a different approach with him.’

So she did; during the week after dinner Jim watched the evening news for an hour. Kate started joining him for that and after the news they would watch the game show “Jeopardy” together. Kate was quite good at it and was surprised Jim was too.

It was a race to be first to answer the question correctly out loud and they started keeping score.

Interestingly enough Kate started to realize Jim had other interests and knowledge beside baseball and the stupid car he was restoring, thinking, ‘Yes we make small talk during meals and in a way I look forward to being grabbed and kissed; Jim is so damn strong and powerful.’

Kate realized that she underestimated him. Jim was seeing another woman. She realized Jim Brady wasn’t really that bad now that she was getting to know him.

It was now time to take advantage of Saturday and Sunday which were Kate’s regular days off. Officer Jervis couldn’t do anything about her curfew; that was part of the plea deal  written in stone.

If Jim insisted on a surrogate wife he should be home on the weekends with her, and at the very least tell her where he was going.

Kate reasoned that she cooked and cleaned for Jim like a wife and therefore they could play billiards, the next step in doing things together on Saturday plus other interests to cover Sunday. She might even let Jim win; it would be good for his ego. Kate assumed that being married once made her an expert on all men’s egos.

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The following morning was Saturday and their shared birthday. Kate was in the kitchen mixing the batter for the sour dough blue berry pancakes they would be having for their birthday breakfast.

Jim walked into the kitchen casually dressed in tan chinos, a white long sleeve shirt with a pair of brown leather brogans on his feet.

“Happy birthday, Kate. You shouldn’t be cooking on your birthday. Would you like to join me for breakfast? I’ll wait while you get dressed. Don’t take too long or it will be lunch time and I’m starving. How does steak and eggs sound to you?”

“Good morning. You’re always starving. You certainly are in a good mood this morning. Happy Birthday. Breakfast out would be very nice, thank you. Just let me put the batter in the refrigerator.”

Kate walked over to the refrigerator and put the bowl away. She procrastinated and pretended to arrange the magnets holding the notes and newspaper clippings they put there to talk about during meals.

Kate was waiting for her birthday kiss. She was sure that today of all days Jim would kiss her. When Kate turned around Jim was gone.

Annoyed, Kate went upstairs to her bathroom to take a quick shower.

‘I really could use some new clothes,’ Kate thought sighing while checking her long coppery red hair for split ends. Pampered and well cared for it felt good in her hands, ‘I haven’t had a good trim in almost six months….I’ll ask Jim if he has the time to take me.’

Kate loosely put her hair up before going into the shower not wanting to get it wet. She washed quickly with the lavender oat meal soap. She came out with a towel around her middle to find Jim was sitting on her bed.

“You look beautiful with your hair pinned up, Katherine,” Jim said getting up from the bed. She took a step back unsure.

Jim never looked at her like he was looking at her now. It was a demanding uncompromising look that made her skin tingle.

The look said Jim would have his way with her if he chose to do so. Jim was addressing her as Katherine on his terms as if Katherine was another woman and separate from Kate, a woman to be savaged for his unbridled lust.

If nothing else. Jim could be very intimidating when he was angry, and even then Jim was slow to anger. Kate attended a few of his team’s Little League games in the evenings or on Saturday to get out of the house and sometimes worked in the volunteer refreshment stand.

During one of those games an asshole father from the opponent’s team didn’t like a call that the Umpire made against his son. The classless father became loud, obnoxious and vulgar. He almost had Jim’s pitcher in tears.

Jim stopped the game by walking out to the pitcher’s mound. He whistled loudly and sharply through his fingers. All of his player’s in the dugout and on the field ran to the pitcher’s mound. They formed a circle facing the crowd around their distraught team mate closing ranks.

Jim made an announcement that the game wouldn’t continue unless the loudmouth left the property. Jim’s team could forfeit the game per the rules of the league, but in this case the loss was really a win.

That obnoxious loud mouth was a rather large man. Apparently he thought himself a tough guy and a local celebrity. He ran out onto the field and grabbed Jim‘s team jersey in both hands. Jim nodded and smiled.

Jim put one hand on the idiot’s shoulder and clamped down like a vise, squeezing the man’s shoulder near the collar bone. In a manner of seconds the loud mouth was on his knees in excruciating pain, and seconds after, with a broken collar bone as Jim continued to apply pressure.

Katherine unconsciously put her arms up covering her breasts and holding the towel in place remembering how easily Jim handled that obnoxious fool, thinking, ‘Not that Jim would hurt me but…?’

Jim took both Katherine’s hands and put them behind her back holding  Katherine’s little hands in his huge left one. Katherine was almost breathless as he held her close to him. She could feel his hard cock pressed up against her. It felt anything but tiny as he leaned in to kiss her lips….Jim was giving Katherine hot flashes and she could feel her face flush.

“Your eyes are as green as emeralds, Katherine. I’m sure I never mentioned before how beautiful I think your eyes are.

They were beautiful when you moved into the neighborhood and they are stunning now; especially looking into them while holding you close like this.

Your beautiful eyes compliment your freckles, a sparkling bouquet of tiny red rubies sprinkled on your creamy white skin,” Jim kissed Katherine’s lips a second time as he caressed the soft hair at the nape of her neck.

“I have laid out new clothes for you on the bed. Happy Birthday, Katherine and many more. If you like, I will take you shopping after breakfast.”

Jim let go of Katherine’s hands and took her hair down arranging it around her neck, shoulders and back. Katherine’s hands went back to hold the towel in place.

Jim left her standing there, befuddled, beguiled and bemused.

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Kate stood in place staring for a moment at the closed door thinking, ‘Jim has never come into my bedroom before without knocking or asking permission,’ she then realized how tightly she was holding her towel.

‘He did it to me again….damn Jim,’ but she was smiling and tingling all over, ‘That charming troll has me all flustered and tingly again. Just when I thought I had figured Jim out, he changes tactics on me.

The only thing between Jim and I is this towel…but new clothes? How could Jim possibly know I was going to ask to go shopping for clothes….what did he buy for me?’

Kate walked over to the bed and picked up the dark green lace dress laid out for her not failing to notice what was underneath.

‘This dress is lovely. It has a v-neck and an invisible back zip with an eye and a hook. It has an empire waist and the ¾ length sleeves I prefer; how could Jim possibly know? Somebody must have coached him what to buy, but whom?

We will see if he chose this outfit on his own without help when we go shopping.’

Kate opened the door of her mostly empty wardrobe and held up the lace dress in front as she looked into the full length mirror mounted on the inside of the door.

‘Perfect, it comes down almost to my knees.’

Next Kate picked up a luxurious silk undergarment, ‘and look, a pale sea green silk camisole with matching silk panties,’ she rubbed it on her neck and face, ‘a sparkling bouquet of tiny red rubies sprinkled about my creamy white skin; what a unique way to describe freckles. Or these silk panties undergarments next to my creamy white skin. The ex never gave me undergarments like these, he lacked the imagination. He always wanted me to dress cheap and slutty.’

Kate dressed and redid her coppery hair up into an elegant French twist for Jim before lightly applying what was left of her makeup, another thing she would have to purchase with the spending money she saved over the months.

Kate found Jim waiting for her in the garage. He had put on a brown tweed sport coat. Jim’s back was to her. He was looking at what appeared to be a red leather bound photo album or scrap book.

“I didn’t hear you come in Katherine,” Jim said as he closed it,  putting  it into the small oak chest on the car’s back seat. Jim closed and locked the car door turning to her.

“You look lovely Katherine, lovely and elegant. Shall we go?”

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‘It is so nice to be out to in public with a man,’ Katherine thought as she passed her plate with the remainder of her charbroiled 20 ounce t-bone steak (half of it) to Jim, smiling at his appetite, ‘I have no idea where he puts it all?’ she thought, looking around the small but packed restaurant and thinking about the many things she wanted to buy.

‘What in the world am I going to get Jim for his birthday? We didn’t talk about exchanging gifts. I don’t know anything about tools and…’ Jim pushed his plate away and sighed, interrupting her thoughts as he touched her hand.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Do we have time for me to get my hair trimmed?”

“We have all the time in the world, at least until nine o’clock. It is your birthday Katherine, anything you want until then.”

“ It is your birthday too, Jim.”

“Yes, but I have almost everything I want. I’m just a simple man.”

“You’re not fooling me Jim Brady. You are anything but. I live with you, remember?”

“Alright, then, I’m a mostly content man.”

“I’m trying to be serious. I have no idea what to get you for your birthday.”

“Do you realize that statistically only 1% or 2% of all the people in the world have red hair and green eyes, beautiful Katherine?” Jim said, making her smile

“Don’t change the subject. What do you want for your birthday?”

“A bottle of cologne or a tie perhaps.”

“You don’t even own a tie, or a proper suit for that matter. As far as I know you don’t wear cologne. There is not a bottle in the house, not even aftershave. You use Witch Hazel after you shave.”

“That’s true but in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have much of a neck.  I have nobody to wear cologne for.”

“What kind of cologne.”

“I don’t know, you pick one for me and I’ll wear it.”

“You are just being difficult.”

“Give me your hands, Katherine,” and when she did Jim held her little hands in his big ones, “now I’m being serious. The house has never been as clean and you would make my mother jealous if she were alive to see it. Especially because you make it look so easy.

My laundry is done, my shirts are ironed, all my clothes are on hangers or neatly fold and organized in the drawers. You have everything in the house organized. You have labeled and cross referenced everything; including the expiration date when applicable.

I appreciate the things that you do for me, including little thoughtful touches that go along with them.

You have surpassed my mother’s cooking. Your cooking is fabulous. I never eat the same thing twice in a week.

My Mom had her signature dishes, but not as many as you. Take your mango and pineapple chicken for example, or any of your spicy chicken dishes let alone your basic fried chicken with sides of biscuits, gravy and coleslaw.

Don’t forget your soups and magnificent flavorful broths that stand on their own. I love all your soups even the ones that are meant to be served cold. They are cool and refreshing during the hot summer months.

Just the thought of your lamb stew with the little pearl onions makes my mouth water. But what are all those meals without a properly set table of china and crystal and such…..a delight to my eyes, although not as much as you are.”

Jim squeezed Katherine’s hands gently meaning every word. Having lived with him, Katherine didn’t doubt a word he said now.

At that moment Kate remembered something that her grandmother always said, “Handsome is as handsome does, Katherine”, and she was thinking, ‘Grandma you are so right.’

“You can’t put a monetary value on those things Katherine for they are priceless.”

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Katherine managed to get the last hair appointment of the day at 5:00 PM which gave them plenty of time for clothes shopping.

They went from store to store, making tentative selections and stopping twice for coffee while Katherine quizzed him. She asked Jim about this and that; does this go with this or that; color patterns, everything and she was pleasantly surprised that her junk man had an eye for such things.

Even the salesgirls noticed this and Kate was thinking, ‘Jim chose my birthday presents on his own and for the most part likes conservative but feminine with a splash of color, provided it matches my hair and skin tone….even the salesgirls were impressed.

Jim took everything into account, including my figure. He made suggestions that I was already thinking about….it’s almost scary.

My asshole husband liked flashy and trashy. He always wanted me to dress like a slutty nineteen year old in public.

Granted I have the figure for it but that’s not me. I’m not trailer trash….that asshole can go to hell.’

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They were in Jim’s big Grand Marquis station wagon on the way to get her haircut, “Jim, do you think I should cut my hair short?”

“Absolutely not.”

“What if I get it layered.”

“Again the answer is no.”

“You said it was my birthday and I could do anything I wanted, until 9:00 PM so why not?”

“Because of the shape and bone structure of your face and the fact that you have a long graceful neck and small dainty ears.

The fact that you are tall and trim but curvy in all the right places. I have heard you sing, Katherine. You are good enough to be on the stage, that, and my preference is for women with long hair.”

“What about…wait, what do you mean you heard me sing?”

“I’ll get to that in a minute. You can put your beautiful coppery hair up in any style of bun or French twist as it is now and really pull it off nicely. On you it will never look severe but only accentuates your classic features. Most women can’t do that. In my opinion you look stunning with your hair up. ”

Katherine was thinking, ‘that’s exactly what my stylist Susan Banner says about my bone structure. Susan wants me to grow it longer….he said small dainty ears,’ and she touched one smiling.

“On you it is a timeless look, especially with the clothing you chose to wear. You have sophisticated tastes in clothing, Katherine.

I just can’t imagine you wearing anything tasteless or trashy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I used to think of you as a well dressed sophisticated bitch.”

“What about now? Since I’ve been working for you, do you still think I’m a bitch?”

“Other than that one time in the garage…. that’s a good question.  We have gotten comfortable with one another, I suppose.

We seem to get along. I certainly haven’t been burned recently by your acid tongue.”

“That’s because you won’t tolerate it. I’m sorry I said those things to you, Jim.”

“I’m sorry I talked the way I did to you Kate.”

“You didn’t answer about the layers.”

“Layers cut into your hair would limit how you can style it.”

“Would you like to see my hair longer?”

“Yes.”

“OK, I’ll take it under advisement. How do I look with my hair down?”

“You look sexy as hell. Especially first thing in the morning when the sunlight is coming through the kitchen windows and illuminates your hair.

Your hair is tousled from sleep but shines like a new penny when the sun is on it. That is why I am always up before you in the morning with the coffee ready, so I can watch you make our breakfast.”

“You are just full of compliments today,” she said while considering reaching over and squeezing his hand, “do you really think I have a nice voice? I like to sing when I’m alone.

When did you hear me sing?”

“The first time was by chance two weeks ago. Jeff called in sick and I was driving by the house with the tow truck. The truck is pretty much on its last legs and we have been nursing it along.

I didn’t want any fluids from the wrecked car leaking in the concrete driveway so I parked in the street. I was hungry and was going to make myself some sandwiches.

You were upstairs cleaning. I sat on the staircase to listen. You were singing songs from the “Sound of Music” of all things. (At the time Jim was singing quietly along with her and was absolutely delighted. He forgot all about being hungry)

“You obviously were enjoying yourself. Who were you dancing with when you sang “I am sixteen going on seventeen?”

“I love all the old musicals, “The Sound of Music”, “West Side Story” or “South Pacific” and the newer ones like “Grease”, Katherine answered as they pulled into the driveway and parked by the farm house where Susan Banner had her little Beauty Salon.

“I tried out for the part of Maria the last year I attended High School but….. But things didn’t work out,” she added softly. Kate got the part but dropped out of the play when her Mother died.

“Who were you pretending to dance with?”

“I’m going to be late for my appointment,” Katherine said, embarrassed and trying to get out of the station wagon.

Jim reached across and grabbed the door handle. Knowing it a lost cause to try and force it open Katherine asked, “You promise you won’t tell anybody?”

“I promise, cross my heart and hope to die,” Jim replied making the motion with his right hand.”

“I was dancing with the new corn broom,” Katherine answered reluctantly.’

Jim was thinking, ‘I was hoping Kate would say she was pretending to dance with me, oh well.’

“It will be our secret. When we get home you can sing “I’m going to wash that man right out of my hair from South Pacific”.

“Now you are teasing me,” Katherine said smiling and squeezing his hand, “you don’t think dancing with the broom was silly?”

“I think it was wonderfully spontaneous and delightful. Fred Astaire danced with a hat rack and that was a great movie.”

“In that case perhaps I will since it’s your birthday too.”

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As they entered the small salon together, Susan Banner, an older lady in her early sixties, stood up from her chair. Susan placed her hands on her hips and she was frowning. Katherine quietly whispered to Jim ”I’m going to get an ear full any second now.”

“Katherine, why didn’t you call me about your fire? It is bad enough I had to find out about it second hand. But then you plead guilty to a crime you didn’t commit. I don’t believe you would ever do such a thing.

I’m your friend Katherine. You have been coming to me since you moved here from Florida. Why didn’t you ask me for help? My brother could have found you a better lawyer then the fool you hired.”

“I was ashamed and embarrassed, Susan. “

“Ashamed of what?”

“Ashamed of what you would think of me.”

“I think you are innocent. I think you are stubborn. I think you are prideful. I think you remind me of me at your age. I think you should have left that bum the first time he cheated on you five years ago. Come here and give me a hug, honey. We need to talk.”

Much to Jim’s surprise, Katherine took the scolding. It was if this woman, Susan Banner was her mother.”

“I’ll just wait outside, ladies,” but they didn’t hear him. Katherine started to cry as Susan hugged her. Any minute they might both be crying so it was time to leave; exit stage left.

Jim quietly slipped out the door to wait in the car. He could always recline the seat and take a nap. Jim had a knack for being able to fall asleep at the drop of a hat

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“Jim, wake up,” Katherine said touching his face, “Susan wants to meet you.”

“What time is it?” Jim asked.

“It’s almost seven and Susan has vanilla pound cake and coffee. There is a whole pound cake just for you.”

“Just for me? Now you are talking. Did you have a nice talk with Susan?”

“Yes, do you like my hair?”

“Yes, you didn’t cut it short and now you are a curly top.”

“Exactly, Susan did a light dusting only cutting off an eighth of an inch and curled it with a curling iron.”

Jim got out of the station wagon and took Katherine’s arm in his, “Let’s not keep the dear lady with the pound cake waiting.”

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Katherine had never been to O’Brian’s Pub before and didn’t quite know what to expect. O’Brian’s Pub was originally a working man’s bar. His son, Patrick, took over when old man Clancy O’Brian died.

Patrick expanded the business to serve food. It’s simple menu included a variety of sandwiches and the soup of the day.

Once a month, O’Brian’s would feature one of the local Irish bands on the weekends. Patrick O’Brian and Jim were school chums since kindergarten and shared the same birthday.

Red, white and blue Americans to the bone, they could nonetheless put on a brogue that could fool most to think they were from the old Sod and keep it up all night despite copious helpings of Irish whiskey.

Because it was their birthday, some of the regular patrons had complimentary chits for free drinks and sandwiches that would be served. It was a private party after nine.

The birthday festivities at O’Brian’s became a local tradition and like the St. Patrick’s Day parade the place was always packed and extra help was hired.

It was Jim and Patrick’s night to party and Katherine knew none of this when a very striking man met them at the door.

Patrick O’Brian is as handsome as Katherine is beautiful. Patrick is slim and tall with a full head of black hair and blue eyes; he almost took Katherine’s breath away when he shook her hand during the introductions.

“Pat, this is Katherine Mavis Ryan, and she is my date for the evening. It’s her birthday as well. Katherine, this is Patrick John O’Brian the owner of this dubious establishment.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Patrick.”

“And I you, Katherine. Did you know that you are the first lady that Jim has ever brought here? You must be a very special lady indeed.”

“Thank you, and no I didn’t.”

“Jim tells me that you sing like an angel.”

“Did he?”

“Yes he did,” Patrick said handing Katherine her menu, “the band is running late so why don’t you two sit down for a bite until then. I’ll put a rush on it. When they get here it is going to be a very busy night.”

“We will need another menu unless you want to share mine,” Katherine remarked as Jim pulled her chair out for Kate to sit down. He then sat across from her.

“I don’t need a menu, I’ll be having my usual, curly top,” Jim replied.

Patrick returned a short time later wearing a brown bowler (derby). He put Jim’s double shot of Tullamore Dew on the table and then tossed another bowler to Jim.

Katherine watched as Jim caught it in his right hand and somehow manipulated the bowler in such a way to have it spin on its brim rolling it neatly onto his head and patting the top. Patrick and Jim removed their bowlers, tossed them into the air repeating the trick for her.

Jim took a sip of whiskey and sighed before speaking in a thick brogue, “Do you know the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral, darling?” Katherine smiled and shook her head, “one less drunk,” Jim replied, tossing his derby into the air and catching it smartly. He did a different vaudeville trick with the bowler before rolling it smartly onto his head and patting the top.”

Jim held up both hands displaying his palms for Katherine to see and said, “Me thinks ye have something behind your ear, darling,” and with that Jim reached forward pushing Katherine’s red curls out of the way and made it look like there was a Benjamin Franklin Half dollar behind her ear.

Jim then flipped the fifty cent piece into the air making it spin end on end before catching it. He manipulated the coin with his hands. When Jim opened them the coin was still there. Frowning Jim then turned his bowler sideways and manipulated his hands again; this time Jim made the coin disappear.

“I forgot to turn my magic hat sideways,” Jim said, taking another sip of his favorite whiskey, “ah, the water of life.”

“Are you going to talk with a brogue for the rest of the night,” Katherine asked intrigued. She never saw this part of Jim before. Katherine never imagined her troll could be like this. Jim was funny and charming and had changed tactics on her again.

“And what will you be having now, darling,” Patrick asked Katherine while refilling Jim’s glass with whiskey.

“The  Reubens looks good, and I’ll have a glass of diet cola. Somebody has to drive Jim home.”

“It’s the best. Four Reubens and a diet cola coming right up,” and with that Patrick walked away to get their order.

“Obviously you have eaten here before, Jim. Three for you and one for me.”

“You haven’t had one of Patrick’s Reubens yet. You will want another. Nagging already and the night is young. You sound like a wife and a fine Irish one at that.

Don’t worry about a thing. I have to set an example for my boys. I’ve already arranged for a ride home. Just don’t let me stick my head out the window on the way home. I’ve ruined more telephone poles that way….You have a beautiful smile darling.

Get into the spirit and treat yourself to a little nip,” and when Patrick returned, “I’ll have a proper pint of Harp and a wee bit of Jameson,” Katherine announced in a very good but more refined brogue of her own, refined like her Grandpa Jack.

Pleasantly surprised, Jim smiled, thinking, ’Very nice, very nice indeed,’ and tipped his hat to her, ‘This might be the best birthday yet.’

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While they ate Jim explained what was planned for the evening. Katherine although intrigued, was also hungry and helped herself to one of his three Reubens without asking. If she sounded like a wife she might as well act like one.

This event was a fund raiser for Youth Sports and little league baseball in particular. Even though the party was by invitation only, most paid $300.00 for their chits; whether all at once or in installments throughout the year.

It was Katherine’s birthday too. She made up her mind to make the best of it and have a good time. Part of her birthday present to Jim was to be the best date he ever had.

Actually as things turned out it was one of the best times Katherine ever had in her entire life. Jim took her arm and they went from table to table for him to introduce her to people.

Jim knew everybody there and they knew him. There were several women there, beautiful women, whom Kate noticed seemed annoyed that she was his date; women sense these things about one another, while most men are oblivious to the situation.

Kate‘s solution was to hang onto Jim’s arm even tighter and smile, sweetly laying claim.  To hell with them.

In between times, when the band took a break, Jim would tell jokes and do card tricks while Patrick kept the libations flowing.

There were several children attending who Jim delighted by pulling one dollar coins from behind their ears and then giving it to them.

Jim knew many other different tricks with that bowler, making things appear and disappear; Kate was his assistant.

At around 10:30 PM all of the children were gone; house rules, and there was a drum roll by the band.

Jim and Patrick jumped up on the bar together, making the bar their stage. They sang a variety of Irish songs together with most the audience singing along with them, including Katherine.

Patrick was a baritone while Jim was a tenor and they complimented one another.

The third and last song was “Clancy lowered the boom”. Grandpa Jack used to sing “Clancy lowered the boom” to Katherine when she was a little girl and it always made her laugh. Tonight was no different because Jim and Patrick pretended to punch each other at the prompt of the drum.

Katherine noticed that most of the patrons cleared a space near and around the bar to give them room.

They improvised a fight, pretending to fall or jump off the bar as they threw fake punches. Once on the floor they staggered about the audience to sing verses the writer never wrote, making things up as they went along.

During one the improvised verses Jim was punched and pretended to fall backwards into Kate’s arms and she barely caught him.

Jim righted his bowler and then took Katherine into his arms and kissed her lips long and deep while the audience cheered for more kisses; Jim was glad to oblige and Katherine was not objecting.

Jim fell twice into Katherine’s arms and on the third time Katherine took the derby hat off him and put it on her own head. Katherine grabbed Jim’s face in both hands and kissed him as Jim flailed his arms up and down to a drum roll as if he was in shocked surprise.

Katherine let go and Jim jumped up into the air with a big goofy smile on his face and then did a summersault to land on his feet while pretending to stumble against the bar and steady himself.

The audience was hysterical with laughter by his performance thinking Kate was a new part of the act. Jim grabbed somebody’s whiskey from the bar and drank it down before standing up straight and resuming the song without his bowler.

‘This is so wonderful,’ Kate thought, ‘it’s like Clancy lowers the boom meets vaudeville….what’s next?’

All her trouble seemed to melt as she clapped and cheered. Katherine felt so alive and happy, something she hadn’t felt in years.

The comedic song ended too soon. This time Patrick got up on the bar alone for his solo. Traditionally, Jim would sing his solo next and they would cut the cake

Patrick sang “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling” in his rich baritone voice, while Jim was standing next to Katherine, contemplating another tradition…..if she would consent.

At the end of Patrick’s song Jim retrieved his derby from Kate and got back up on the bar alone before calling for a round of drinks.

When everyone’s glass was full, Jim called for a toast; one more toast or blessings of many that he made throughout the evening. This time Jim was looking straight at Kate.

“To my housekeeper forever, Kate,’ everyone raised their glasses, ‘To my beautiful lady if only for the evening. Katherine Mavis Ryan who sings like an angel.”

And then immediately after the toast Jim asked, “Would you fine gentle people like to hear Katherine sing?”

“Sing for us Katherine, sing us a song and give us a tune” called people from the crowd of happy party goers.

“Katherine, would you come up here with me please and grace our ears with a song?” Jim asked taking off his hat and bowing amides the steady chants for Katherine to sing.

Jim put his right hand up in the air and whistled loudly and sharply through his fingers before folding his arms over his chest. It was Jim’s way of saying please be quiet or else. Many of the men here had tangled with Jim in the past and wished they hadn’t.

They raised their glasses in acknowledgement to his request while silently looking to others, warning them to be quiet.

Jim was liked because he never held a grudge. Jim Brady was also liked because he didn’t have short arms. In other words Jim’s arms reached into his pockets to get his money out to buy a round when it was his turn.

When they quieted down Jim jumped off the bar and walked over to Kate. He took her into his arms and kissed her lips, “Please Katherine, sing for us. A man couldn’t ask for a better birthday present.”

Kate nodded and smiled; encouraged Jim picked Kate up and put her in a sitting position on the bar. He got up next to her and helped Kate to her feet.

“I’m sure the band must know “Danny Boy?” Kate inquired.

“As a matter of fact they do, darling,” Jim answered, “You heard the lady, Danny boy it is.”

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Kate finished her song to absolute silence…and then she was greeted by a standing ovation, followed by calls for more songs.

She also overheard some good natured kidding directed at Jim; something about Jim better find himself a new song.

“They love you, Katherine,” Jim whispered in her ear, “They will now expect you to sing here every year.”

“What did some of them mean when they said you better find a new song, Jim?”

“It’s nothing; it is time to cut the cake.”

“That was your song, wasn’t it, Jim?”

“It doesn’t matter as long as you are having a good time. Let me help you down.”

Kate whistled loudly through her fingers and folded her arms. It didn’t have the same effect as when Jim did it, but it did get the crowd’s attention. 

“I have something to say,” Kate announced loudly, while yanking Jim’s ear and making him wince, “Jim and I are going to sing “Danny Boy” together. Isn’t that right, Jim?”

“Yes, ma’am, thank you,” Jim replied, smiling from ear to sore ear. He took both Katherine’s hands in his and squeezed, while thinking, ‘Yes, definitely the best birthday I can remember.

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They had a wonderful evening together, although, Kate had a bit too much drink. 

 She fell asleep in Jim’s lap in the car on the way home.

Jim carried his sleeping Kate into her bedroom.  He undressed her, removing everything but her camisole and panties. Kate woke up as he tucked her in and was leaning over to kiss her cheek. Kate was so tired, and could barely keep her eyes open, but was determined to have her say.

“Jim, I want you to….” “Hush, you want me to make love to you? Is that what you were going to say?”

Katherine sat up abruptly throwing back her quilt. She nodded her head, burping and giggling, “yes, and the room is spinning round and round, and you can sing and dance and do magic and everything.”

“No more talking, Katherine, please go to sleep.”

“But, I want you to fuck me,” she insisted dropping back on the pillow and extending her arms to hug him while giggling, “you can wear your blonde wig.”

“Katherine, I don’t want to hear another thing about the subject. Do you want to be spanked?”

“You can’t spank me. I’m drunk!”

“Do you want to find out?”

“No, Sir. I’ll be a good girl,” she said seriously, but burped and giggled some more. “You’re a sexy bastard for a troll.”

“Wonderful, get some sleep then.”

“Jim.”

“Yes, Katherine.”

“Do I have a woman’s heart,” Kate asked as Jim covered her with the quilt.

“I’d fight anyone who said otherwise,” Jim said leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

“Thank you, I am going to sleep now….”

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Kate woke in the early afternoon with a mild headache and was thankful for it, considering all she had to drink the night before.

After everyone had left, her, Patrick and Jim sat around talking, about next year’s party, and what Jim was like as a little boy. Patrick had her laughing with stories about Jim, and the drinks were flowing.

‘Next year I’ll be more careful and drink less,’ she thought, surprising herself by thinking that, and ‘Why not, we sing well together.’

Kate took something for her headache before taking a shower. She assumed Jim would be up and gone, and after she dressed Kate went looking for him and confirmed it, his station wagon was gone.

‘Where is Jim always disappearing to,’ she thought, realizing that she hadn’t checked the garage door to see if it was locked.

Kate almost ran outside to turn the doorknob and bingo; she entered closing and locking the door behind her.

Up above her head and resting on the steel support beam for the chain fall was the oak chest. Kate moved a step ladder over and climbed up to get it down, thinking, ‘Hmm, what kind of secret is my sweet troll hiding from me?’

She had to stretch to reach it, and almost tipped the stepladder.

Katherine found Jim’s College Diploma’s; she had no idea that he went that far, but now everything was starting to make sense. 

Next the real surprise, the red leather bound photo album, and another one just like it.

Katherine sat on a stool by the window unable to tear her eyes away as she slowly turned the pages, studying everything.

Jim was in the drama club.  There was picture after picture of the plays or musicals he was in for those years of college. There were mementos and programs and tickets stubs.

Jim’s big three were “The King and I”, “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” and “Kiss Me Kate”. Jim had the leading roles of “King Mongkut of Siam”, “Quasimodo” and “Fred”.

In most of the other plays he had smaller parts, but was several different characters in each.

The next red photo album showed what went on behind the scenes at the rehearsals or cast parties when the actors, friends, were away from the public. They seemed to be a very tight group.

There was a young woman that caught Kate’s eye. She was absolutely gorgeous; long dark brown hair and brown eyes. Gina had a voluptuous figure, and there was a presence about her.  In almost all the photos, this woman was standing near Jim.

Gina La Salle was the leading lady in all the college productions, even the ones were Jim had minor parts. There were pictures of her in costume in the first album with some of her other leading men, handsome men, but behind the scenes, Gina was always with Jim.

This young woman, Gina La Salle was often on his lap with her arms around Jim’s neck. There were photos of them dancing together, or doing silly things together.  There were some intimate shots when Gina was kissing him. There was something about the way Jim was holding her….it was obvious that they were an item, while just as obvious…. they were in love.

She wanted to know everything about Gina, but couldn’t ask. Kate now felt guilty for prying; especially after last night, when Jim very well could have taken advantage of her.

Kate also was running out of time. There was no telling when Jim might be back. Well, too late, she could hear Jim’s Station Wagon pull into the driveway. The clock on the wall said it was after six in the afternoon.

Kate was on the very top rung, struggling with the chest, the very place where she shouldn’t stand, and the ladder tipped. She screamed as she fell; Kate went one way and the oak chest another, the chest taking the brunt of the damage.

Hearing her scream, Jim came crashing through the locked wood door, smashing it open with his shoulder as if it were cardboard.  Kate was trying to stand on a possibly broken ankle.

“Katherine!”  Jim exclaimed, as he scooped her into his arms. Kate put her arms around his neck and pressed her face up against his,” I’m sorry, Jim, I’m sorry; your oak chest is…”

“Is it just your ankle? Are you hurt anywhere else?

“No,” Kate said in a small voice, hugging Jim’s neck, tighter.

“We are going to the emergency room to make sure.”

“Yes, Sir.”

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Jim left everything as he found it, not bothering to look at the oak chest or close the broken garage door, despite the fact that those photo albums meant a great deal to him. 

Instead, Jim carried Kate into the house to get two of the six medical icepacks she insisted should be in the freezer door at all times before he carried her out to his station wagon to drive Kate to the hospital emergency room.

Kate was lucky and the prognosis good.  She didn’t have a fracture, torn muscles, torn ligaments’ or a sprain. The hood of the Road Runner was damaged from the fall, denting and giving way some when her left foot hit it.  Kate then landed on her bottom and slide down the trunk to land on the floor where Jim found her trying to stand; Kate had blunt tissue damage, a bruise on the bottom of her heel.

Kate was certain she was going to catch hell on the ride home. Instead, Jim was unusually quiet and held Kate’s hand the entire time.

‘Again Jim has changed tactics,” she thought, and then, ‘no he hasn’t, all this time it has been me. He is genuinely concerned about me. He was looking at me as if I was that woman, Gina in the photos.  That was my wrong perception assuming all men are alike.’

“Jim?”

“Yes, Kate.”

“Are you angry with me?”

“No.”

“Are you just saying that?”

“Surprisingly, no, I am relieved that you are safe. You gave me quite a scare when you screamed. You could have been hurt badly,” and he squeezed her hand, “If it will keep you from doing impulsive things, I will bring everything from the chest into the house where there are no locked doors between us.”

“Jim?”

“Yes, Kate.”

“You loved her?”

“Gina was my whole world, Kate. We were engaged to be married. After last night, I can finally move on.”

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Gina graduated college as a pharmacist. Gina’s graduation gift from her parents was two weeks in Paris, France, and what a gift it was.  Jim would be taking a flight to be with her. They would spend Gina’s last five days in a 4-star hotel.  They would return together. Their wedding was scheduled the following year.

Gina was not there when Jim arrived. The desk clerk insisted that Gina had checked out the day before, and he had personally hailed her a cab.

Jim got no satisfaction from the manager of the hotel where Gina was staying. He got even less satisfaction from the aloof Police Inspector who arrived to remove Jim from the premises when he refused to leave the manager’s office. 

Inspector La Blanche claimed that there was no evidence or probable cause to indicate a kidnapping. “American women are flighty,” he said, “this kind of thing happens all the time. Paris after all is the City of Love. Perhaps your Gina met someone,” he said, smirking, insinuating that Jim was a cuckold fiancé.”

Jim knew that a minor Saudi Prince and his entourage were renting the entire fifth floor for the month. There were beautiful girls from all over Europe that weekend to party. Many would be lured with promises of unbelievable good paying jobs in Saudi Arabia. Once there the girl’s passport would be confiscated….need I say more?

Jim went to the American Embassy to talk to his uncle stationed there. His uncle Bob arranged for Jim to be put on the Embassy staff.  Being a blood relative, Jim was granted full diplomatic immunity. Jim’s promised to be patient and work within the system. Jim had all the official identification and was given a satellite cell phone just in case.

Jim suffered three weeks with no results and then struck out on his own. The weak link was the hotel manager.  Jim went back to apologize for threatening him, hoping to get a lead.

He gave the desk clerk one thousand dollars in American Express Checks and hinted there was more to come if he could get in to see the Manager to apologize and rectify the misunderstanding.

He planned on offering the Manager a bribe; the modest seventy five grand he set aside as collateral for a loan to start his business. 

The Hotel Manager invited him in his office. Everything changed when Jim sat down to talk and looked at the wall behind the manager’s desk to see it hanging there. He calmly set the satellite cell phone to speaker before dialing the Embassy where all incoming calls are recorded.

Smiling, Jim punched the man in the face, breaking his nose, and knocking him out of his chair. He took the janbiya from the wall drawing it from its woven silver wire and jewel encrusted leather scabbard. 

Jim pressed the janbiya to the manager’s throat and showed him his Embassy ID, “Do you know what this is?” 

“Yes,” the cowering Manager answered, choking on the blood running down his throat from his broken nose. “

“Good.  I know how you acquired this saifani janbiya. Honor dictates blood must flow once it is drawn from its scabbard. You will to determine how much.

I’m sure you realize I can get away with anything short of murder,” Jim said coldly, while drawing it across the man’s throat, cutting deep enough to draw blood, “I will let you live, but you will wish yourself dead when I feed you your testicles.

“Talk and you had better pray for your soul and mine nothing happens to Gina.”

When the scum started repeating himself, Jim banged the manager’s head on the desk, and left him unconscious on the floor, taking his evidence with him. 

It was a half hour ride to the Embassy in the congested Paris traffic. Jim intended to cut that time in half, and obeying the speed limit wasn’t an option.

Jim was within one mile from the Embassy, driving the narrow streets to see flashing lights behind him. Jim wished he was in his Ford F-150 pickup truck with its big V-8 instead of the cramped  putt-putt sardine can he was driving, thinking, ‘oh well, here goes nothing.’

He ignored the lights and sirens, going around a barrier in the street they set for him to drive on the side walk. He damaged several store fronts and little sidewalk stands as he drove through with his horn blaring in warning.  He was on and off the street, steam coming from underneath the hood, picking up several more police cars joining the pursuit. 

Jim was within 100 yards of the embassy when the overheated engine seized. He abandoned the vehicle and ran.

Jim was at the gate when the Gardien de la paix were upon   him.

He managed to throw the incriminating saifani janbiya over the fence before they grabbed him. Jim had a death grip on the bars of the gate as they beat him with their truncheons while trying to pry him loose.

Jim gave his message and instructions to the Marine Guards as the truncheons rained on him. When he finished, Jim let go to surrender.

After he was on the ground and handcuffed, Jim was searched. Everything was removed from his pockets before they helped him to his feet. 

A familiar man got out of a police vehicle and started to walk towards him. 

Jim knew the man; he was the aloof Officer de la paix. Lieutenant La Blanche was the Inspector who refused to investigate the case. 

One of the French Police Officers, who searched Jim, the Gardien de la paix (keepers of peace) glanced at Jim with a worried look on his face.

He attempted to intercept his superior to show him Jim’s Identification Papers from the American Embassy, only to be summarily dismissed with a wave of a hand as La Blanche walked past him.

The aloof Officer de la paix got right into Jim’s face, “Defiant to the last are we, you lawless American Cowboy. I will personally see to it that you spend many years in one of our most hospitable French prisons.

“You are nothing here, Mr. Brady,” La Blanche then spit into Jims face.

Jim smiled and replied with his best John Wayne, “Fill your hand you son-of-a-bitch,” Jim then smashed his head into La Blanche’s face, breaking his second nose of the day.

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Jim’s uncle had him released several hours later from French Custody. They drove to the American Embassy were Jim was examined by Medical staff. From there, Jim was taken by helicopter to a military base for a more thorough medical examination.  Jim was then escorted under Marine Guard and placed on a Military transport under guard back to the States.

Jim’s Uncle Bob’s Superiors contacted the French Ministry of the Interior demanding a full investigation. They balked until the recording transmitted by the satellite telephone was played back to them.

The hotel manager disappeared that day. He is believed to be living in Yemen. While awaiting sentencing, the disgraced La Blanche was found, hanging lifeless in his cell

The Saudi’s offered no comment, and when pressed claimed the incident a hoax and an insult to the Royal Family.

The politicians on the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee in conjunction with Cabinet Members of the President strongly advised they drop it and pursue no further. 

Robert was proud of his nephew.  Jim was the only Brady of his generation not to serve in the Military.  Nevertheless, Jim was a Brady through and through and his courage was never in doubt.

He grieved for the loss of Gina La Salle; for Gina herself and for his nephew. Gina was the perfect woman for Jim, and Robert had been looking forward to being a great-uncle.  

Robert remembered the days when his country was energy independent. A time before greedy politicians and special interests cut sweetheart deals for foreign oil.

The Russians still know what to do.  They would grab a Saudi Prince and hold him for ransom. They would send the Royal Family one finger at a time until their citizen was released; in other words adapt a Seventh Century solution to a Seventh Century mindset.

The most important thing was his god son was safe. In Uncle Bob’s mind, family is everything.  Being a practical man Robert knew nothing further could be done about Gina, for now.

Robert has valuable contacts. He would find out eventually through unofficial channels the status of Gina La Salle. If she were alive, he would wait, and it might take years; if not, Robert would call in a big favor. It would be done covertly and without fanfare.

The time came, and the sanction was carried out. Robert met with Ivan in a park.

Robert was given an envelope. Inside was a photo of the severed testicles and two thumbs. Also inside was a gold ring with the Royal seal.

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Jim carried Kate into the house and put her on the sofa across from his leather chair.

“Do you need anything, Kate?”

“No, I’m fine but we need to talk.”

OK, but first I have to fix the door. Call me if you need anything.”

Jim made a temporary repair on the door and brought in the contents of the chest to find Kate sitting in his leather chair.

Smiling, he shrugged his shoulders and put the albums in the bookcase before turning to her.

“I’ll make room for you,” Kate said, sliding onto the arm of the chair for Jim to sit down, and after he did Katherine snuggled up next to him and Jim put his arms around her, sighing contently.

“This is cozy, Kate. What do you want to talk about?”

“I want to talk about us.”

“Wouldn’t that be redundant?” Jim asked teasingly while taking her hair out of the ponytail and dropping the elastic tie onto the floor. “I think we have already established us. What more is there to say?”

Annoyed, Kate tried to sit up but Jim held her easily in place as she struggled. Defeated, Katherine sighed and snuggled closer.

“Can you ever love me like you loved her?”

“I would certainly like to try, Katherine,” he answered, pushing Kate’s hair behind her ear and caressing her face, “I have seen many a moonlight glimmer of your woman’s heart these past months, but last night it shone as bright as your red hair in the morning sun.”

“Jim.”

“Yes, Katherine.”

“I’m still going to call them as I see them.”

“I know. You are a feisty little lady and that is part of your charm.”

“Then I may speak my mind?”

“You may do so at the risk of your tight little ass  being spanked when you wander beyond the boundary of civility.”

“Do you know what I think about that, Jim?”

“Tell me but hurry up, I’m hungry.”

“You want me to cook for you?” Kate asked, sitting up to face him, and then giving Jim’s ear a tug and a pinch.

“We Trolls have insatiable appetites for fair young maidens. When fair young maidens aren’t available, feisty red heads will suffice. I’m always hungry for your luscious kisses, Katherine.”

Jim took Kate’s face in his hands and kissed her lips.

“And you are my charming and thoughtful troll,” Kate said, taking Jim’s face in her little hands, and kissing his mouth, long and deep.

Kate ran her hands over Jim’s bristly head, “handsome is as handsome does, sweetheart.”

“Am I your sweetheart now, Katherine?”

“I would like you to be.”

“And so I shall, forever.”

“Can we negotiate the spanking part?”

“No, but I am giving you complete latitude in the matter.”

“That doesn’t make sense. “

“It makes perfect sense.  You have latitude to behave or not to behave.  It’s your choice.”

“You are impossible, Jim Brady.”

“And you are beautiful, Katherine Mavis Ryan.”

“Does this mean we will be sleeping together, Jim?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Kate.”

“I want to suck on your cock, and then I want you to make love to me, Petruchio.”

Jim carried Kate upstairs to his bedroom and put her gently in the bedside chair being careful of her bruised foot. He turned back the cotton blanket to uncover fresh clean sheets for Kate to be on the bed next to him.

“Just a minute, Katherine,” Jim said leaving and returning with her hairbrush, “Let me brush your hair. You are a little disheveled from your fall and trip to the emergency room. You are always as neat as a pin.”

“Well, I know someone who never has problems with messy hair,” Kate replied, running here hands over Jim’s bristly head and kissing his lips.

“Do you actually pay someone to do that for you?” Kate asked turning so Jim could start brushing.

“Yes, my barber,” he replied, starting to brush Kate’s red hair.

“Fire him!”

“Fire Mandy, why would I do that?”

“Because I’m taking over; all you have to do is buy a good set of electric clippers.”

“Yes ma’am. “

“This feels good sweetheart. Obviously you have done this before. What other surprises do you have for me?”

“Do you want me to braid it?”

“What kind of braid?”

“Just about any braid, or I can put it up for you.”

“Did Gina teach you those things?”

“Yes, Gina and my sisters, but Gina is in the past. I only have eyes for you, Katherine.”

“Braid it any way you like, then.”

Jim completed a French braid in Kate’s hair.  She stood up to look, admiring herself in the dresser mirror, “you really did a nice job, Jim”

“Your hair is soft and thick, Katherine, perfect for any type of braid.  I’m looking forward to seeing your braid much longer.”

“And I am looking forward to my big, strong sweetheart. Will you help me undress?”

“I could spend the rest of my life kissing your delectable lips,” Jim said standing as he helped Kate out of her panties, bra and dress, kissing her and sighing contentedly while gazing at her in wonder while thinking,

‘Kate has an exquisitely trim figure but rounded and curvaceous in all the right places She feels so warm and yielding in my arms. I’m a lucky man to have her.’

“It’s my turn, Petruchio,” Kate said, unbuttoning Jim’s top shirt button and working her way down. Kate had never seen Jim in his under pants let alone completely naked. She wondered how her gentle troll was hung.

When Kate finally reached his underpants, Jim’s hard cock was straining against the fabric. It sprung to attention when she pulled them down.

‘My god!’ Kate thought, ‘where the good Lord took away from Jim in the handsome department is more than made up for in another;  Jim is well hung,’ Kate laughed to herself thinking what a little cocktail wiener the ex has in comparison.

Jim was only the second man she had ever been with; nevertheless the difference in the family jewels was obvious.   

“Jim.”

“Yes, Katherine.”

“Promise you won’t laugh.”

“Your ex-husband was your first and only one, wasn’t he?” Jim, stated while putting his arm around Kate’s trim waist. 

“How can you possibly know that?”

“I didn’t, you just told me, that, and I guessed from the look in your green eyes. Let me smell you,” he said nuzzling her neck, “We trolls can also tell these things from our sense of smell alone.”

“You are impossible, Jim Brady,” Kate said pushing Jim down on his back onto the bed, “but I’m full of surprises too you know”

Jim rolled over on his side and Kate did the same while sliding down to get comfortable to suck on his cock.

Kate started licking the tip of Jim’s hard cock, teasingly while Jim stroked her braid. Jim’s cock was longer and thicker then she was used to, but Jim tasted wonderful. Jim was all man, a mass of corded muscle, and Kate was thinking, ‘Petruchio is all mine.’

Kate was stroking her pussy with a free hand as she licked and sucked on his hard pulsating cock… teasing him, probing and testing with her tongue and lips as Jim took her hair out of the braid, as she knew he would.

Kate almost brought both of them to orgasm several times, but backed off playing with her dripping wet pussy. She stopped sucking and licking his cock to lick and suck on his balls making  him gasp in surprise.

 Jim was putty in her hands as Kate sucked on his balls and playfully nibbled them, feeling him shudder.

Jim’s hands were buried in Kate’s hair as she took his cock deeper in her mouth, licking and sucking ravenously and savoring every inch of it, all wet and sloppy.  Kate realized  she would never be able to take all of his cock in her mouth.

Kate imagined what his cock would feel like in her cunt when he fucked her; she wanted Jim’s cock in buried in her cunt up to his balls. Kate wanted Jim to take her like a woman and fuck her hard.

Even when they were contentious neighbors and fighting, Kate wondered how it would be like to fuck that feral bruin of a man, that totally hardheaded and unreasonable man, Jim Brady.

Kate could sense Jim’s impatience….good, she had teased and titillated him long enough, it was time to get down to business, she wanted to orgasm as well.

Jim’s orgasm was an onslaught testosterone laden energy as his hard member assaulted Kate’s mouth and tongue, followed a torrent of his thick rich semen flooding her mouth for Kate to swallow greedily as her orgasm burned through her….it was marvelous sexual rapture and so long in coming.

Kate sat up and Jim rolled over on his back putting his arms above his head and stretching. Kate lay on top of him, rubbing Jim’s head and kissing his mouth.

“What a little tease you are, Katherine. Where in the world did you learn to do it like that?”

“I told you I was full of surprises, Petruchio.”

“And so you are, Katherine.”

“This meeting is called to order.”

“What meeting?”

“You are out of order, Petruchio.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The Chairwoman doesn’t recognize the gentle troll with the big cock.”

“The Chairwoman? Oh, I get it. This is a setup.”

“First order of business, no more female barbers except for me,” Kate declared, sliding down slightly to lay her head on his chest, “Second order of business; no other women”.

Jim pushed Kate’s hair to one side and caressed her face, “Yes, Madam Chairwoman.” 

“Good, do I hear discussion…no discussion, and since we have a quorum do I hear a motion….we have a motion….do I hear a second….we have a second…a show of hands….motion passed. 

Do I hear a motion to close the meeting….I do hear a motion, do I hear a second…. I hear a second….show of hands…..unanimous.

The meeting is officially closed. Let’s get dressed to buy the electric clippers. You must be hungry.”

“What makes you think I’m hungry?”

“You are always hungry, and I am in no condition to cook.”

“Good point. I suppose you want to have dinner out?”

“Yes, thank you for asking, sweetheart.”

“As if I had a choice.”

“Of course you don’t. You’re the one who made me your surrogate wife.”

“What about your foot?”

“If I keep pressure off of my heel it will be fine.”

“You’re impossible, Kate.”

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Katherine selected the most expensive professional grade electric hair clippers from the Barber & Beauty Supply outlet.

From there it was off to dinner. They went to a small Greek Restaurant and ate outside on the patio sharing several dishes, including broiled lamb marinated in spices and olive oil, delaying their dessert for later.

They finished their evening by stopping for ice cream sitting outside under the stars on a picnic bench  to watch people come and go.

Kate sat close to Jim, hugging and kissing him. Actually Kate was all over Jim. Jim was delighted with the attention, particularly when Kate finished her ice cream cone and sat on his lap.

Kate didn’t give a hoot who was watching them. She saw several people she knew who wouldn’t give her the time of day after the fire and her subsequent conviction….the hell with them.  

Kate was just as delighted to be with Jim and have his strong arms around her waist as he hugged and kissed her back.  Kate loved Jim…there was no other word for it and she would surprise him again when they got home.

‘And it’s funny,’ Kate thought to herself, ‘I never thought of or even considered the ex-asshole as my man. He never gave himself to me the way Jim does.’

When they got home, Kate took Jim’s hand and they went right to the bathroom off of her room.

For the second time that day, they slowly undressed while kissing and caressing each other all over.

Kate took her time with the clippers, leaning over often to rub Jim with her breasts while kissing Jim’s lips as she ran the clippers over Jim’s head.

Kate’s ex-husband, Thomas, would never allow anything like this.  The asshole was into fifty dollar haircuts and was a prude unless it gave him pleasure.

When Kate finished Jim’s head was clipped down to 1/32 of an inch or 1mm; Kate was smiling because his bristles felt wonderful as she ran her hands over Jim’s head.

“Does your ex- barber ever cut your hair like I just did?”

“No, ma’am.”

Would you like a shave?”

“You want to shave my head,” he asked, grinning.

“No, of course not, I meant your face. I love the contrast of clean shaven when you nuzzle my face while I rub your bristly head. I hate seeing a balding man with long hair on the sides, and especially with a ridiculous comb-over.

You are most sensible for keeping it this way, sweetheart.”

“Any other critiques, Katherine?”

“Yes, on you bristly is sexy as hell.”

“OK, Katherine. I’m game. You really are full of surprises.”

“Good, it will be fun. Get into the bathtub and I’ll get everything ready.”

Kate put a fresh blade in Jim’s safety razor and filled up the tub with hot water for him so he could lean back and relax. She washed his face twice and then applied several hot wet hand towels to Jim’s beard using water from the sink, changing them before they cooled.

Next Kate whipped up lather in Jim’s shaving mug with his boar hair shaving brush and lathered well to help soften his beard and too exfoliate his skin.

Kate shaved him carefully and expertly, lathered and shaved him again, followed by a cold water rinse to close Jim’s pores before patting his face with witch hazel.

Jim stood to drain the water from the tub before stepping out and running a hand over his face, “Excellent job, just like everything you do. It’s my turn,” as he stroked Kate’s pussy.

“What do you mean it’s my turn?” She asked catching on, “I…no, you…I won’t allow it!”

“You will allow it,” Jim said picking up the clippers and removing the guard.

“But, I’ll look silly,” Kate said, covering her pussy and breasts with her hands and arms, thinking, ‘Jim is looking at me like he did in my bedroom yesterday morning when he brought me my clothes.

There is no denying him this; I know that look, but will Jim actually hold me down and shave my pussy against my will?

That is what makes him so hot; Jim would do something like that.  Do I want Jim too? He can easily do it. He is going to do it no matter what, I just know it ….’

“Katherine, you are anything but a silly woman. I think a shaved pussy to lick will be scrumptious, not to mention sexy as hell.”

“Yes, Sir,” Kate replied thinking; ‘On the other hand, maybe I’ll like it. I’ll bet trolls have sensuous tongues.’  But for all Kate’s hesitation she was secretly aroused by that demanding and unyielding look.  

Jim put the clippers down, picked Kate up and put her gently on the sink vanity top. Kate spread her legs wide for him to get at her plump pussy. The vibrating clippers added to her arousal as Jim slowly pushed them through Kate’s thick curly bush.

Jim made pass-after-pass to get to remove her once proud patch of curly red hair, “That’s it for the clippers, Kate,” Jim said, running his hands over the stubble, “I’m going to get a bowl of ice for the finish. A brief soak in the tub will help soften the remaining hair.

“You have done this before haven’t you, sweetheart?”

“Many times.”

From the tub, it was back on the vanity top where Jim lathered Kate’s pubis Mons and carefully shaved her plump pussy twice making sure it was smooth.

Jim finished by rinsing Kate’s now exposed plump pussy lips with cool water, followed by cold water and finally an ice water soaked hand towel to sooth, “Not so fidgety beautiful. I know it’s cold.”

“It’s freezing, but it feels nice,” Kate replied standing and stroking her bald pussy as she looked in the mirror behind the vanity.

“I love it. You can be my pussy barber,” Kate said smiling, remembering her thoughts about Jim in the blonde wig and now the double entendre. 

“I want you to lick my pussy,” and it would be Kate’s first time.

“Yes, Ma’am and its bedtime. You need to get off that foot, wait, why are you grinning from ear to ear? Now what’s up?”

Kate told him about her first day when she was sitting in the chair with her pretend cup of tea, and had Jim laughing as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

“I take it that you wouldn’t wear a blonde wig for me?” Kate asked while nuzzling his cheek with hers’.

“No, but don’t get any idea’s my imaginative little lady; I love everything about your red hair,” Jim answered, putting Kate gently on the bed.

Jim started by kissing her mouth and face all over, followed by her neck and behind Kate’s ears. Kate was stroking her now bald pussy with her fingers.

Jim worked his way down to Kate’s breast licking and sucking, he was driving her crazy….she wanted his tongue in her cunt.

Jim licked and kissed her all the way down, kissing and licking Kate’s hairless pussy.  Jim made her gasp and moan when he parted Kate’s lips and thrashed her clitoris with his tongue.

Kate had no idea that it would feel so good, this being her first time.  Kate’s hands were in her hair and on Jim’s bristly head, enjoying the contrast.

Kate was squirming and wiggling all over the bed while arching  her back to push her musky and sweet dripping pussy into Jim’s face as he licked with abandon.

 Building as a ripple Kate’s orgasm washed over her with a turbulent wave of selfish pleasure….Jim wasn’t finished with Kate yet. The taste of Katherine was driving him wild, as Jim held back his urgent need.

Jim rolled Kate over on her side and then entered Kate from behind, pushing his rock hard cock up to his balls into her welcoming and dripping pussy.

Jim came almost immediately as he pumped her slowly in and out, as not to hurt Kate’s sore foot.  Jim pumped her with his pulsating cock until his orgasm overtook him, filling Kate with his seed.

Kate turned to him and touched his face as they embraced. Jim held her gently, and to Kate’s amazement Jim was still hard.

They made love to one another, slowly and gently, unhurried and after, Jim stroked Kate’s hair until she fell asleep, with him soon to follow.

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Jim woke up in the middle of the night comforted by the sleeping form of Kate pressed up next to him. Jim touched Kate’s face gently as not to wake her, realizing that he was falling in love with her. 

It was exactly like being with Gina, again, experiencing those tender caring feelings.  Both women were similar in temperament, yet so different.

Gina was pugnacious and feisty with a sharp tongue when angry; except with him; well sometimes. That was easily corrected.

It wasn’t easy winning Gina over. They met in advanced chemistry as lab partners. She wouldn’t give Jim the time of day outside of class.

 Gina was smart with a perfect grade average and strikingly beautiful.  Gina auditioned for and was given the lead roles because of her passion and talent; she was that good.

Gina could be sweet and charming, but would deliberately intimidate the young college men trying to date her when they crossed the line.

Jim joined the drama club using Gina as a reference without her knowledge. Initially, Jim joined to be near Gina and to win her over.

As luck would have it, Jim discovered during the tryout he had genuine aptitude for acting, getting the part of “Fred” in “Kiss me Kate”.

Gina didn’t like it at all and wanted to drive him out of the drama club.  She berated Jim, made fun of him during the tryout in front of the soon to be cast and the director, however it backfired; everybody thought Gina and Jim were acting.

Jim gave it back to her laughing.  Gina slapped his face hard, and he was still laughing when he grabbed her and kissed Gina’s lips.

Gina threw some punches at his nose that he blocked with the palms of his hands, which made her all the angrier.

Jim kissed Gina again, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.  He carried her off the stage and out of the building kicking and screaming to the applause of everyone in the auditorium. 

The next day, Jim got a visit from Gina’s two older brothers, Vincent and Nick.  Jim held back, pulling his punches. He did not want to hurt them or embarrass them in front of their baby sister; all three of them were bruised and bloody as Jim fought them to a standstill having winded them.

Afterward, Jim shook their hands, thanked them for a good old fashioned fight. Surprised they didn’t know what to think about that….thanking them? They had no intentions of going another round with Jim, not without help.

Jim apologized to Gina, and she ungraciously slapped his face, berating him all over again. 

Jim then asked Nick and Vincent’s permission to date their sister. They grudgingly did after sitting down with Jim in the college pub over shots of good Irish whiskey, while interrogating Jim about his family.

Gina refused to go with them to the pub. She was absolutely beside herself when they returned and gave her the news. Gina lit into her brothers, lashing them with her tongue. 

Vincent and Nick merely shrugged and smiled, looking at Jim as if to say, “I hope you know what you are getting into, pal.”

After Jim left, Nick and Vincent told Gina it was out of their hands and to deal with it; you are a big girl now. 

Jim and Gina had coffee and pie together after their third rehearsal, the rest is history.

When Gina finally gave into Jim, Gina gave him everything; her tender woman’s heart, her absolute unconditional love as well as her hot temper.

Kate has fiery red hair and challenging green eyes that say, “Just try to tame me,” Gina eyes are brown, but the message was the same. Jim vowed to himself that he would love Katherine with every atom of his being.

Jim touched Kate’s red hair and smiled, thinking, ‘Don’t worry my love, one way or another your ex-husband will see justice,” and putting his arm around her, Jim contentedly drifted off to sleep.

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Kate woke up next to Jim’s sleeping form the next morning to find his strong arms around her. She felt very safe and secure with Jim Brady. More so than any man she had ever known, except for her Grandpa Jack, but this was a different kind of safe and secure…with Jim there were no limitations. 

Kate remembered how she secretly liked to watch Jim working in his yard.  In hot weather Jim would remove his shirt. She would watch him lifting or moving impossible loads; tugging, digging or chopping while his muscles bulged and flexed under the strain.

Thomas hired a lawn service that sent out several men for their smaller yard.

Over the years, Kate watched Jim help new neighbors move in. Jim carried heavy furniture that two or three average men would struggle with. Kate watched Jim push his non-running cars up and down the driveway and in and out of the garage as if they were toy trucks or cars.

‘My husband, Thomas, while trim and tall, disdained any sort of physical labor,’ she thought.

‘Thomas the adulterer is on the soft side, and hates to get sweaty or dirty. When we first met, Thomas was very charming, handsome and persuasive. He figuratively swept me off my feet with his money and sophisticated ways. 

Jim is as well educated and charming, but down to earth. He can sing and everything and he loves me. What you see is what you get; kind and caring, but sexy rough and tumble tough.

Jim made me shave my pussy bald, and I let him…not that I had a choice. I wonder what it would be like to be really ravished by Jim.

I like what I see….I love Jim Brady….handsome is as handsome does, Katherine…..it’s not too late, and about time you followed  your heart,’ Kate  thought as she lightly touched Jim’s muscular arms. 

Kate remembered the time when she tried to outmaneuver him by inviting Jim to the neighborhood committee meeting saving the subject of his junk cars for last.

Going strictly by the Robert’s Rules of Order, the issues on the agenda were discussed and then dispensed with efficiently and politely. Jim’s was the last of the new business.

It was discussed openly and Jim was given the opportunity to speak; he remained silent and sipped his coffee.

It was voted on and passed unanimously.

“What do you think of the committee’s decision, Jim?

Will you comply?” Kate asked smugly, assuming she won.

There were slices of lemon pound cake and two uncut vanilla pounds cakes on her grandma’s crystal serving dish along with other refreshments on the dining room table.

Jim reached over and took one whole pound cake in his big hand and took a bite out of it, smiling, while the committee waited for his answer.

Jim finished that one, stood up, picked up the remaining whole one and simply left….nothing changed….so much for Robert’s Rules of Order.’

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Three weeks had now gone by, and they couldn’t have been happier.  Kate was spending time with Jim on the weekends now, although it annoyed her though that Jim would still disappear Saturday mornings to return late in the afternoon.

If it wasn’t for that, and not telling her where he was going, things would almost be perfect.

It was a Friday at noon when Kate received a telephone call answering, “Brady residence.”

“Is Jimmy at home,” a sultry voiced woman asked.

“Mr. Brady is not in, may I take a message?”

The woman simply hung up, confirming Kate’s suspicions; there was another woman, and she was looking for “Jimmy”, why else would she have hung up.

Jim came home around five in the late afternoon to find Kate with her back to him in the kitchen cooking their dinner. He went immediately over to get his hug and kiss, putting his arms around Kate’s waist and nuzzling Kate’s face with his. 

Kate didn’t respond, and he was wondering what was the matter. The previous 21 days was nothing but hugs and kisses.

“Is something the matter, Kate?”

“Nothing at all sweetheart,” Kate said, innocently.

“Ok….what’s for dinner?”

“We are having lamb stew. It’s in the refrigerator. All I have to do is warm it up.”

“That sounds wonderful. Are you sure everything is alright?”

“Right as rain,” Kate said smiling while the storm clouds of her anger were gathering over her head, “I have a surprise for you.  I made you a special dessert. I’m not going to tell you what it is. It will be a surprise. Have a seat at the table and close your eyes.”

Jim sat down, and closed his eyes,” Here you go lover, open wide for the spoon,” Kate said sweetly.

Jim took a bite, and then spit it out, “Kate! It tastes like soap!”

“It is soap, you lying bastard. Here is your dinner,” Kate dumped the entire eight quart pot of cold lamb stew on Jim’s head.

Jumping up from his chair with the stew dripping from him, “Are you crazy, woman? What the hell did I do?”

Kate was ready for him with the corn broom in her hand.

“I’m not afraid of you, you lying bastard.”

“Kate, put the broom down. If you hit me with it you’ll be sorry.”

“Wash my mouth out with soap will you, Romeo, well, I beat you to it,” She swung the broom at Jim’s head making him duck.

“Put that god damn broom down,” Jim demanded, taking a step forward and slipping on the stew on the floor to fall on his ass.

As Jim was getting up, Kate hit him in the ass with the broom, and he slipped forward onto his stomach while Kate continued to beat him with the broom…. he started laughing.

“My appetite has been my downfall, ha, ha, ha.

I’ve just been bested by a pot of lamb stew and a feisty little green eyed redhead with a broom. Isn’t it wonderful?

I love you Katherine,” he said getting up slowly while blocking the blows with his arm, “I love you with every atom of my being. What a temper you have…..the better to tame you my feisty little redhead, said the big bad troll to the beautiful shrew.”

Still laughing, Jim walked carefully toward her to keep from slipping, while stomping his size 14 feet, “Come here, Kate, your Petruchio wants you.”

Not knowing what to think, Kate dropped the broom and tried to dart around him. Jim grabbed her, spun her around, and wrapped his arms around Kate as she struggled to get free.

“Let go of me you bastard,” Kate shrieked, and in reply, Jim picked Kate up and slung her over his shoulder. He carried Kate to his leather chair and sat down. 

Jim flipped the struggling Kate onto her stomach over his knee and pinned her in place with one arm. Jim sat patiently, letting her struggle and curse at him until Kate got tired and lay still.

“Katherine, what exactly do you think I did?”

“You are seeing another woman.”

“No, Katherine, not since you moved in. What gave you that idea?”

“A woman called today, Jimmy. You disappear on weekends and don’t tell me where you are going.”

Jim sighed,” Did you ever ask me where I was going? I have lived alone for a long time Katherine and may be a little set in my ways.”

“Where are you disappearing to then?” Kate asked, realizing that what Jim said was true; she never asked him once, thinking, ‘oops, my temper is going to be my downfall.’

“About a year ago a few of the people from my college drama got together. We pooled our money and bought the old Hippodrome Movie Theatre on Best Street. It was scheduled for demolition.  We have been slowly restoring it in our spare time.  We hope to get enough interest to start a small community theatre for live plays.”

“Who was the woman that called?” Kate asked, remembering that she read about that in the entertainment section of the newspaper, thinking, ‘oh, shit.’

“That was Cindy. She dialed our home phone instead of my cell phone. When Cindy realized her mistake, the battery went dead. Cindy and her sister were on the way to the hospital. Cindy called me on her sister’s phone to tell me she couldn’t make it. Cindy’s six year old nephew needed stitches and Cindy’s sister was a wreck.”

“Jim.”

“Yes, Kate.”

“Are you going to spank me?”

“Yes, Kate, with my hand, unless you prefer your hairbrush; six good slaps. Do you believe me now? Do you believe I love you, Kate?”

“Yes, Jim.”

“Do you love me, Kate?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jim hiked up Kate’s dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles.  “I can think of a classic play, a comedy that would suit us both after our grand opening starting next month. Are you interested in trying out for the part?”

Kate nodded, knowing what was coming.

“There is one more thing that you should know, Kate.”

“What’s that, Petruchio?”

“We will be getting married for real one of these days therefore;

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee, (SLAP)
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labor both by sea and land, (SLAP)
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe, (SLAP)
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience, (SLAP)
Too little payment for so great a debt.

For I am he am born to tame you, Kate, (SLAP)
and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate
Conformable as other household Kates, (SLAP)

End of Chapter 1.

By beagle9690

April of 2011     

It was exactly 5:00 AM when she finished her daily aerobic and stretching exercises. Anita wiped her face with a towel and picked up a water bottle. Anita sipped from it as she walked into the bathroom to admire her black leotard clad figure in the mirror.

At five-five and weighing 125 lbs, Anita is a small petite woman with an incredibly strong compact dancers’ figure. That wasn’t always the case.

Overweight as a teenager Anita never had a boyfriend or even kissed a man except for her father and uncles… until she met him.

Ten years before and immediately after graduating college, Anita sent her resume to fifty school districts and/or places of higher education.

Few called for an interview; those who did never called her a second time with a job offer. Not even as a substitute teacher after one year of her best efforts.  As a result and much to the concern of her mother and father, Anita ballooned out to 170 lbs.  

Anita’s mother, Mary, had Anita late in life when she was forty and her husband Marvin was fifty.  They tried for years to have a child before almost giving up. To them their daughter was a precious gift from God.

Danny hired Anita a week later with a non disclosure clause in the contract for her to sign and a mandate of a 20% raise if she met the terms of her job probation. Anita gratefully signed and didn’t bother to read it for reasons that you shall soon see.

Anita undressed and ran her hands over her firm perky breasts feeling her nipples harden at her touch. She thought about “her Danny.”  

Anita then caressed her plump little pussy waiting for Danny to finish his workout in the basement so that they could shower together, their ritual on the weekend.  

There are only two people in the world now who are allowed to call him Danny; Anita and her Mother.  

Anita’s Mother thinks the world of him as did her father before he passed away. Danny was the son-in-law and son Marvin always wanted.

Danny is always very strict with Anita much to her parent’s approval and Anita loves Danny more than all the stars in the sky.

Anita took the hairpins out of her generous bun letting her thick auburn brown hair tumble to her trim waist. A magnificent brown waterfall of 10 years growth of healthy pampered virgin hair.  Nobody but Danny is allowed to touch her hair and Anita wouldn’t have it any other way.

Anita  gets naked when Danny does it.  He cuts it precisely straight and blunt across the bottom as is his preference….waist length. Danny doesn’t like bangs or layers or any type of perm in Anita’s hair.  

It is her crowning glory and Danny’s love reins when she sucks on his cock or when he fucks her.

During Anita’s interview Danny saw something in his little jelly bean’s eyes; when Anita was nervously clumsy, overweight and somewhat unsure of herself. Danny saw a timid young woman who was obviously very intelligent with great potential. The transcripts from her college included in Anita’s resume spoke of a perfect grade point average.

Anita grew up in a nurturing two parent middle class  home.  Daniel grew up in foster care moving from foster-home to foster-home. He wasn’t so much abused as he was ignored and pretty much left to his own devices.  

Anita entered college at fifteen (her mother drove her to and from) and graduated at nineteen with honors earning a Bachelor’s Degree in Mathematics, a teaching certificate and minors in science and literature.    

Daniel enrolled in the school of hard knocks at sixteen after he was suspended from High School for being disruptive and incorrigible. 

He never bothered to return.  Daniel could easily do the work but found school boring and without challenge; a total waste of time.

Being a lawyer in his business is a great advantage and fulfilled an unspoken promise.  

At twenty-five Daniel took the test and passed to receive his high school equivalency diploma. John Anderson, a friend and mentor pulled some strings for Danny to get into an accredited law school.  

An older man in his seventies, John was a former law professor. He retired to practice law part-time in his home town. John doesn’t need the money and does it keep his mind sharp. Many of his cases are pro bono and he is selective for those. John will not take slackers, only solid working class people, the common man (person); and of those most in need.

Being a Constitutional Scholar and staunch constructionist, John was sick of the liberal politics so prevalent in academia today.  

Danny attended the mandatory one year of formal studies that New York State required in an accredited ABA law school.  He hated it but stuck it out. He found the liberal professors pompous and anal retentive, so unlike his friend John.  

Danny and the old scholar cut a deal for Danny to work under a clerkship. Danny could leave when necessary to attend to his business. They fudged things a bit and John allowed Danny to do his clerkship in his own way.

Danny seldom worked in John’s Law Office during good weather. Instead the classroom was at the end of the breakwater at Point Breeze arguing law when they went fishing in the late afternoon until dark.  Sometimes it was over games of chess in John’s home when the weather was bad.

But getting back to his love, Anita.

Anita Jones prattled on during her interview trying to cover all the bases by offering personal information about her and her family life that Danny wouldn’t have thought to ask.

In essence Anita oversold herself but Danny found her innocent enthusiasm refreshing and her mannerisms precious.  

Daniel decided on the spot that Anita would be his project.  

Much like Eliza Doolittle was to Henry Higgins the likable pompous ass in George Bernard Shaw’s Musical, “My Fair Lady”, minus the pompous ass part.  Anita was far better educated then Daniel was, but Daniel was better disciplined.   

Daniel Skinner can be a hard man in his business dealings; hard and tough as iron. Sometimes the nature of his business dictates hard and ruthless.  As far as he is concerned people have free will and can make choices; good as well as bad.

Anita’s hugs and sweet kisses stole his heart, while Danny’s gentle strictness pushed Anita to excel. She gained a new understanding of herself as did he. Danny would give his life for her.  

A bail bondsman isn’t respected by many but is necessary to those who need them. It gave Danny a chance to put down roots. While a bounty hunters life is fraught with risks. Daniel started out as bounty hunter at seventeen, lying about his age to become a member of a crew.

He first sought out and worked with the meanest and toughest bounty hunters in the business chasing down fugitives for established bail bondsman.

Danny took his beatings and learned from them; hit first and hit hard.  Those bounty hunters were tough and sometimes mean with the jumpers. Many were hard drinkers and wanting to fit in Danny took to those lessons well.

He then found a steady partner and found a better way. Forget the reality shows about bounty hunters on television, it isn’t like that at all. 

You blend in with your surroundings and act like the average Joe.

Paid snitches were the mainstay for information. They will often locate your man and save you much trouble.

The money was good and Daniel banked most of it. He never had much of anything growing up and really didn’t need much working out of a suitcase. Being a Bounty Hunter was a dangerous life and Daniel has the scars to prove it.

Personal responsibility and accepting the risks and consequences is the cornerstone of his philosophy.   

He is respected by those in his profession and most of his clients, both criminal and straight.  As a lawyer Daniel adheres strictly to the laws of the states in which he does business….well perhaps he bends the law a little.  

As a bounty hunter Daniel adhered to the federal statues but does what it takes to get his man and these days his woman?  

He has told many a client to save their money and let the friend or family member rot in jail.  In those cases that was good advice.

Daniel is an angel when he posts bond for people when other bail bondsman won’t give them the time of day.

On the other hand, Daniel Skinner is a ruthless cold hearted son-of-a-bitch when those same people don’t listen and their dear misunderstood innocent friends and/or family member skip bail. 

The audacity of Daniel to demand his bond be satisfied and especially when he seizes their collateral because they can’t pay up!

To his friends and acquaintances he is Mr. Skinner, Daniel or Dan.  

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I was impressed with Anita’s resume when I received it in the mail. She graduated with impressive credentials. On paper Anita is almost overqualified for the job.    

My ad with job development was posted for a month. I turned down all of the applicants. Their idea of the job duties of a personal secretary was obviously different then mine.

It was beneath their dignity to bring me a lousy cup of coffee; they were professionals they said not waitresses. I was willing to pay damn good money for that cup of coffee.

Personal secretaries yes…. romantic partners no; I never mix business with pleasure. There are too many other women available out there for that and I had my little black book.  

I changed the wording in the ad, upped the wages and reposted it as, “Personal Secretary wanted with experience in accounting and brewing coffee.”

Even at that point I didn’t plan on romantic involvement…..and then mush.  Anita walked into my life and turned my whole world upside down.

I work out of my home. The building is an old National Guard Armory that was decommissioned in 1948.

It was an unsuccessful indoor flea market and co-op when I seized it to satisfy a debt owed to me. The owner left the state and disappeared into the woodwork when her daughter jumped bail.

The three story red sandstone structure was built to last and despite the graffiti and general cosmetic disrepair the building was still a grand old lady.  

I am not particularly skilled with my hands except to fight and break heads and those days are mostly behind me now.

One of the perks of my profession is being acquainted with people on the fringes of society who owe me favors and it was time to cash them in.

I am familiar with many disreputable but nonetheless skilled contactors and tradesmen. Free labor was no problem and when applicable I paid for the best materials at their cost. They know better than to cut corners and cheat me.

The perimeter of the foundation was dug up along with the basement floor and then crushed stone and drain tiles installed before we poured a new concrete one.

The sandstone was sandblasted and cleaned inside and out. Next the slate roof was completely redone. The original copper gutters were replaced with the same and the clay tile pipes that the gutters drained into were dug up and replaced with larger diameter PVC pipes to carry the water to the storm sewers.

The bars and plywood were removed from the basement casements and I had block glass windows installed in their place.

I found a reputable and honest blacksmith to remove the bars from the remaining windows and he refurbished them. He also made new shutters with working hinges if I ever felt the need to close them and then installed them.

The old windows were replaced with highly efficient triple paned ones.  Once they were in place the blacksmith returned and reinstalled the bars with the addition of a clever locking latch of his design along with heavy hardened steel hinges. The bars could now be opened and closed when not locked in place.

The locksmith was expensive but worth every penny. Impressed with his work, I called him back and had him remove and rebuild the iron gates behind the two heavy four inch thick oak wood entry doors. He repaired and refinished these mentioned oak doors as well.  

I had the building completely rewired to exceed industrial codes and added a backup flex-fuel generator; go big or stay home. I had the plumbing redone the same. I went so far as to have a pump installed in the original well in the basement as a backup, just in case.

I replaced the old boiler system with a modern efficient model but unfortunately that precluded central air. I settled for portable air conditioners on wheels that could be vented out the window and put away when not in use.

Now for the inside and as I said she is a grand old lady. The floors were stripped and sanded down to the original wood and refinished as was the remaining original woodwork. The damaged or missing woodwork was replaced to the original design.  

I started on the first floor, room by room trying to restore it as original as possible. There were some exceptions in my living quarters on the second floor. I removed walls for a large modern kitchen and bathroom sparing no expense in materials since they were mostly on the contractor’s dime. The rooms on the third floor were done last but remain empty.

I replaced what was left of the rusted and decrepit fence. That was a project in itself; four acres of twelve foot high chain link fence minus the barbed wire.  

This was a minor problem because I would need a variance for one acre in the city but not the town; the tax map for the city included one acre of my property on the north side. The rest of the property was in the township as was the building.  The zoning officer for the city refused my first building permit.

I put up the fence on the North side one section at a time keeping the old posts in place under the guise of repair and maintenance.  I took plenty of photographs before removing the old posts and then won at the subsequent hearing when I produced the original survey and abstract to show the fence was always there.  

I spent the following spring, summer and fall landscaping the property with the help of inmates from the county jail or on work release for community service. The Sheriff agreed because there was nowhere for his charges to go and they could be locked inside. I worked alongside them to help supervise and I fed them well.  

Having a fence such as this gave me a secure area to store seized property such as expensive boats, trucks, cars, motor vehicles until they could be disposed of.

We planted creeping English Ivy along both sides the fence line, cleared the overgrown brush and planted trees and bushes giving the old armory grounds a park like setting.

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My Mom woke me up the day of my interview one hour past when I should have been up.  I set the alarm time on the digital alarm clock but forgot to slide the button over to actually set the snooze.

I rushed around the house getting ready while trying to remember everything.  I left the house with just enough time to spare until I got to my car. I had a flat tire. I hated to ask my Mom but what else could I do.

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Anita was almost one hour late for her interview.  Annoyed, I walked out to the gate and saw a green Honda Camry with two women in it parked in the street.  One of them was trying to call someone on a cell phone. 

I walked out and flagged them down assuming one of them was Anita Jones and I was right.  The other woman was her mother. It is said that you can tell what a young woman will look like when she gets older by looking at her mother….at sixty Anita’s mother was still a looker, slim and trim with the same brown eyes and brown hair although it was much longer and pulled up in a French twist. There was no doubt that they were mother and daughter.

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“I’m sorry I’m late!” I exclaimed jumping out of the car, “I had a flat tire and then I had to ask my Mom for a ride and in rushing I forgot the directions.  We weren’t sure it was the right address and I tried to call you on the phone but nobody answered and my alarm didn’t go off and….”

“It is all right, Ms. Jones,” he said interrupting and extending his hand for me to shake, “I’m Daniel Skinner,” and he looked at Mom who was getting out of the car, “and this lovely lady must be your Mother,” he added while shaking my hand and smiling.

‘My God,’ I thought, ‘he is gorgeous. I assumed I was going to be working for a much older man, damn Monique.  I really need this job.

I don’t want to live at home all of my life. Why did I have to be late?’

As he was shaking my Mom’s hand I could tell she impressed by him and I was still thinking.

‘He has such blue eyes and a scar by his right eye. I wonder how he got that.  It looks like his nose was broken once but wasn’t set properly. That just gives Danny’s face a rugged character. I wonder if he is married,’ but Mom beat me to it.

“A pleasure, Mr. Skinner,” Mom said, shaking his hand, “Are you married?”

‘Why no lovely lady, are you looking for a husband? I might be available”

‘Don’t say it Mom. This is so embarrassing. It’s bad enough that Mom had to drive me here like I was a child, don’t say it…. damn too late’

“Not me I’m much too old for you,” Mom said smiling and now thoroughly charmed by him, “But I know a very smart young lady who is looking for one….I’m only kidding.  Did you know that my daughter is a Mensa member?”

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I picked up Anita’s soft leather briefcase and then took her arm in mine. We walked to my office together. I could tell she was embarrassed and a little flustered but I pretended not to notice.

As we walked I was thinking, ‘Anita doesn’t look like anything I expected. Anita is a plump little thing and blushes so nicely. She has a wholesome innocence about her that is so refreshing.

I can tell that Anita and her mother are very close. I never knew my real mother or my father and I envy her that.

Anita has the softest brown eyes that I have ever seen. I am drawn to them and she has such kissable lips. I wonder if she has ever been kissed by a man?

Somehow I doubt that by the way Anita blushed when her mother was talking about her….’

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As we walked to his office I was thinking, ‘Danny is so handsome.

I would almost work for free.  I hope I get this job. He can’t be much more than thirty. Black hair and blue eyes… he is just yummy.’

“This building used to be an armory, Ms. Jones. The first floor is for my bail bond and law practice as you can see. I live on the second floor and the third floor rooms are empty.”

I was just listened mesmerized as he spoke. Danny pulled a chair out for me to sit down and I sat, “I going to make a pot of coffee before the interview starts. Would you like a cup?

“Yes, milk and one sugar for me please.”

He went into the next room and while Danny was gone I looked around his office. It was very austere and simply furnished. There was barrister bookcase full of law books. The two bottom shelves were completely full but the top shelf only contained a beat up copy Black’s Legal Dictionary.

His desk was uncluttered and organized with just an old fashion silver filigree fountain pen and common yellow cedar pencil adjacent to the white 8” x 11” tablet by his telephone. There was also a lead glass crystal candy dish full the little jelly beans.

Danny returned with two large brown mugs of coffee and handed me one while placing two napkins in front of me on the desk.

“I also take mine with milk and one sugar, Ms. Jones. Would you be offended if I asked you to bring me a cup of coffee?”

“No, of course not,” I answered and wondering why he ask such a question. I always brought coffee to my Dad.

“Very good, now tell me about you, Anita.”

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I listened and asked a few questions but mostly listened.  I approved of the way she was dressed; proper and conservative in a navy blue skirt and jacket; black shoes, a white frilly blouse and taupe stocking; very business-like.  Anita’s brown hair was styled in a short layered pixie haircut that didn’t seem right for her.

But Anita was taking this interview seriously. Her youthful enthusiasm was catching.  I was delighted with her and I could tell Anita really wanted this job because she oversold herself.  

I already made up my mind. As far as I was concerned I was buying in the figurative sense and all the pound sterling in Jolly Old England would not dissuade me.

I would have to think it over to decide the best way to go about it.

Anita has the same small frame as her mother and they are just about the same height. She certainly would look and feel better with the weight off. When that happened Anita’s striking resemblance to Audrey Hepburn would be astounding.

Strict but gentle seemed the best course of action. I would set the example and work alongside Anita.

I’m sure that Anita could be an asset to the business and I hoped Anita would enjoy working for me until she got her teaching position.    

I would also have to do something about her nails…Anita bit them.

I noticed Anita’s mother’s hands were nicely manicured and obviously professionally done; short and sensible with a clear coat of nail polish.  What a knock out Anita could be; especially after seeing her mother.   

I also wondered if Anita was a virgin….well so much for mixing business with pleasure…”

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I was sure I talked too much but Danny didn’t seem to mind.

He listened patiently and was looking at me thoughtfully with his baby blue eyes. Of course if he hired me I couldn’t call him Danny.  

That wouldn’t be proper.  It would be Mr. Skinner. This was a business after all.  I was not so nervous any more. He listens so patiently and seems so easy to talk to.

At the end of the interview Danny said, “I will give you my decision in a week’s time. I will say this though, I approve of the way you are dressed. I keep with a dress code for myself during business hours and will expect the same for my hire.”

I just nodded hopefully.  Danny was wearing a suit and tie. I was glad I listened to Mom when she helped me select my clothes. Mom was right.  I would tell her what Danny said about them.  

I also wished I listened to Mom and not had my almost waist length hair cut short for this interview. I could have just pinned it up like I did with my other ones. I look nice with my hair pinned up in a bun.

Mom taught me several ways to do it. We did our hair in those styles for church, holidays or other special occasions when we dress up.  

Dad calls Mom and me his gentle ladies.

I never went to a salon for my haircuts; not even when I was in college. Mom always did that for me and for Aunt Joyce. We never had bangs or layers. Mom cut our hair perfectly straight across the bottom.  Aunt Joyce, Mom’s sister cuts Mom’s hair the same way.    

Stubborn me, I had just enough money in the credit union to buy four new tires for my car but instead decided to make an appointment with the most exclusive and expensive hair salon in town, “Monique’s.  I was thinking a chin length blunt cut bob that I could easily grow if I didn’t like it. 

To make a long story short the place was almost opulent in décor while Monique’ was charming and very persuasive.

We spent almost an hour just discussing my haircut, the consultation. Monique convinced me that I was hiding behind my long hair and while the bob was a step in the right direction, an edgy, modern cropped hair cut would project confidence and a professional image to my prospective employer while still being attractive and sexy to the discriminating male.  

I left Monique’s 3 hours later and $250.00 poorer with a balance of $20.00 in my checking account.  

“I have to appear in court in ninety minutes. Would you like to call your Mother for a ride?  You can use my telephone if you wish.”

“No thank you, Mr. Skinner. I have Mom on speed dial in my cell phone.”

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Anita put her briefcase on my desk and slid it forward to open the flap to get her cell phone. She knocked her coffee cup over in the process spilling her cold coffee on my desk and onto my lap which caused me to stand suddenly.  

“I’m so sorry Mr. Skinner, let me help you!”  Anita exclaimed as she grabbed the briefcase to get the napkins underneath. She then managed to knock over my empty coffee cup which I caught, but sent the candy dish crashing to the floor scattering jelly beans and pieces of lead glass in all directions.

Anita dropped her briefcase napkins in hand and tried to come around the desk to get to me. She caught her shoe on the leg of the desk and tripped leaving her shoe behind. I caught her and pulled her close while picking her up and swinging her away from the broken glass.

As I put Anita down I stepped back with my hands on her waist. She looked up at me, blushing.

“Are you hurt, Ms. Jones? I asked, very amused with the surprised and embarrassed blush on her pretty face.

“No; I’m so embarrassed, Danny, I mean Mr. Skinner, I….”

I interrupted Anita by putting my index finger over her lips and watched her eyes get big…big soft and brown; Anita is so smart but so naive and innocent in the ways of men and women. She would be delightful to have around.  

“Hush, you have done enough talking for today. It was an accident plain and simple. Nobody was hurt.” I quietly said while looking down into Anita soft brown eyes, “You should call your mother now…..”

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I’m such a klutz. I helped Danny clean up my mess and he then went upstairs to change clothes. I was certain that Danny would never hire me now. Thank goodness my coffee was cold and I didn’t burn him.

I only took a couple of sips from the cup with all the talking I did.

Danny made me sit in the chair with my hands folded in my lap like a naughty child until Mom pulled into the driveway out front to pick me up.  He then took my arm and briefcase and escorted me outside. Danny opened the door for me to get in and closed it before walking around to talk to my Mom.

“Well Mr. Skinner, how did my baby’s interview go?

‘Oh, Mother!’ I thought, “Why did you have to call me your baby in front of him.  I love you Mom, but now I’m really embarrassed.’

“It went swimmingly, Mrs. Jones. Isn’t that right, jelly bean?” He said looking at me and smiling. I just nodded, thinking, “Great, now he’s making fun of me. I can kiss this job goodbye.’

I saw him looking at Mom’s purse and at the photograph of Mom and me together when my hair was long. It was taken when I graduated from college at our summer house in Maine. Mom had it put in a small plastic picture frame holder made for her key chain.

“Who are those two beautiful ladies in the picture?” Danny asked, “Are they sisters?”

“You really are a charmer, Mr. Skinner. That’s Anita and me last year at the summer house in Maine on the beach. What do you think of her new look.”

“Well….its, ah, boyish, I mean very appropriate for a young girl… young lady who is serious about entering the job market.”

‘Don’t say it, Mom…don’t say it,’ I thought.

“I have other pictures from when Anita was a baby to the present. Would you like to see them?”

“I have some time before court, yes I would be delighted.”

Mom looked at both of us and smiled……

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I sulked in my room for the rest of the day looking through the want-ads in the newspaper  I refused to talk about my interview….the perfect opportunity and oh well, clumsy me.  I would never have my own apartment.

I went downstairs and looked in the cupboards for something to eat and there was nothing to eat…at least not what I wanted, junk food and no great loss I was too fat anyway.

The tire on my car was still flat and would be until Dad came home to change it. I dreaded telling them I spent all that money on a haircut.  Somehow I realized they wouldn’t be impressed.

I just stood there looking at the flat tire and feeling sorry for myself when Mom pulled in with the groceries.

“Give me a hand with the groceries will you baby?” Mom said getting out of her car.

I dutifully followed Mom into the house with several bags in each hand and as I was helping her put them away when Mom asked, “Did you have a good sulk?” and I blew up at her.

“Did you have to call me your baby in front of Danny, Mom, did you?

It is bad enough I made a clumsy fool of myself.

It’s bad enough I spilled coffee on Danny and then broke an expensive candy dish.

I’m not a baby; I’m twenty years old for goodness sake. Can you imagine what Danny thought when you called me that?

It’s bad enough Danny thinks that I’m a young girl who looks like a boy?”

“Is it Danny now?  What happened to Mr. Skinner?”

“I meant Mr. Skinner.”

“Of course you did.”

“You can return all the blouses and skirts we bought. I don’t need them.  I can’t even buy my tires now. I did a stupid thing and spent $250.00 on this ridiculous boy’s haircut!”

“That was your decision to waste your money that way, Anita. Your father bought you that car for you to use with the stipulation you maintain it. It is going to sit in the driveway with a flat tire until you can afford four new tires and a spare.”

“Don’t you get it Mom; he’s never going to hire me. Even if I find a minimum wage job I can’t afford to drive. How will I get to work?”

“You can walk or take the bus ….the car stays put.”

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Mr. Skinner called exactly a week from the day of the interview. I was certain that he was going to hire my baby. Call it a Mother’s intuition.

“Good morning lovely lady. This is Daniel Skinner. Is your sister, I mean your daughter at home?”

“Good morning, Daniel,” I said, smiling, “You don’t mind that I call you Daniel, do you Mr. Skinner.”

“Please do.”

“Well in that case you may call me Mary.  Anita is at work.”

“I don’t understand? Who is Anita working for?”

“Anita got a job as a waitress at Zane’s truck stop on Route 17. I hear the food is very good there despite the rough crowd. May I take a message?”

There was a pause in the conversation as if Daniel was caught by surprise or was thinking……“I see, well thank you for your time, Mary. Good bye.”

I sat there thinking, ‘Yes, yes, I just knew it.’

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Getting out of my recently acquired red Corvette convertible, I walked completely around the building to see if there were other doors besides the front entrance. There was a back door near the kitchen.

Judging from the cigarette butts in a metal pail full of sand the employees took their smoke breaks there. The perimeter of the building and parking lot was clean and tidy; an indication the inside was the same

Satisfied I went inside and sat in a corner booth near the kitchen so I could watch both entrances. Old habits are hard to break and being aware of my surroundings has always served me well.

Most of the customers were truckers and dressed for the road. I was the odd man out in a suit and tie. 

There was no sign of Anita yet. One of the waitresses seeing me looking around caught my eyes.  She reached behind the server’s station hesitating while doing something with her hands.  

She walked over to me with a menu in her left hand and I watched her slip something in her dress pocket with her right.

“I’m Sally and I’ll be your server this afternoon. Can I start you out with something to drink?” She asked while handing me the menu.  

Sally is a tall voluptuous and buxom in her early forties. I’d say about five-nine in height and about one- hundred-forty in weight. Sally’s flaming red hair was styled in a single thick braid that just brushed the top of her tight little ass.  She had a beautiful figure and flaunted it nicely in her tight fitting brown polyester dress and white apron. Sally gave me a little show as she walked over….a little tease.  

She was studying me boldly with her green eyes. Her eyes said, “I’m available”. I was tempted as I checked her out, especially the third finger on her left hand….. No engagement ring.

“I’ll have a cup of hot tea. Does the Chili here taste as good as you smell, Sally?  If I’m not mistaken you’re wearing Jovan.”

That didn’t faze Sally a bit, “Yes, I’m wearing Jovan Musk.”

Sally leaned in close and whispered, “Do you like?”

“I like very much and no doubt so does your husband.”

I was teasing Sally and she knew it.  Sally wasn’t married. Waitresses work hard for their money and I respect that.

They will often wear a wedding band to keep from getting hit on by customers.  The lack of an engagement ring was another clue.

“I only wear it to keep away unwanted advances. But you already know that handsome. I was looking at your hand too,” Sally said smiling and touching it with hers’.”

I tugged on her braid, “Do you want me to advance, beautiful?” I asked smiling and enjoying the batter.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I like it hot and spicy, Red. But unfortunately I’m here on business and will have to settle for a bowl of chili and a cup of tea….for now.”

After Sally left, I was thinking about waitresses in general and then about the only married woman I ever had as a lover.

Barbara was the only person I ever told about my almost adoption.

Back then all I wanted was to get laid. I am not much a drinker now except for wine with a meal or an occasional glass of bitter India pale ale or stout.  I like brandy or Irish whiskey over a game of chess.

I have always had a sweet tooth though and especially for ice cream and jelly beans.

Waitresses were always a good bet.  They told that I was charming in a rough sort of way with the gift of gab. I always had plenty of bed partners with waitresses and a warm place to sleep. They took me home with them and babied me; they also screwed my brains out.

I met Barbara in the Manhattan Criminal Court on Centre Street. We were the only two passengers in an elevator when the power went out during a city blackout.  The emergency generator was offline due to some construction going in the basement.  

Barbara was buxom strawberry blonde who normally wore her middle of the back length hair in a tight bun at the base of her neck and dressed very prim and proper except when she was with me.

Her husband was a doctor who regularly attended lengthy retreats somewhere on the Hudson River.  Barbara implied prayer was an option.  

I met with Barbra all over New York State and always at a different bed & breakfast until we found one with plenty of sand.

Her beautiful hair was always down then or she wore it in a ponytail.

Barbara would curl it for me if I asked. When she was with me Barbara dressed to show off her marvelous figure and she wore makeup. Barbara was a vivacious fifty when our affair started.  

I was eighteen and I loved her.  

Barbra taught me to dance and how to act and dress in polite company. I went with Barbara to my first Renaissance Fair in Sterling, New York and while we were there I bought her a red ribbon for her ponytail.  

After that day Barbara always told me that I made her feel young again; I didn’t understand what she meant at the time.

Barbara surprised me with a gift of a leather bound copy of Black’s Law Dictionary at our next bed & breakfast romantic tryst.  We made a game out of it asking each other questions and creating scenarios for pretend cases and then argued actual ones.  I carried that law dictionary and another dictionary with me when I was on the road to read when I wasn’t driving or was on stakeout to pass the time. 

Barbara saw something in me and encouraged me to get a High School Equivalency and then attend college. Our affair lasted two years when Barbara broke it off suddenly without an explanation.  

Shortly after I passed the New York Bar at thirty, I received a package by a Private Currier Service and I signed for it.

It was from a Law Firm in New York City; the name of the firm is not important.

Inside the cardboard box was an envelope with the Firm’s Letter head on it and inside the envelope was a newspaper clipping?

There was also a rectangular lead glass crystal candy dish containing a solid sterling silver filigree fountain pen and a common cedar pencil? 

There was also a note in the candy dish, the most priceless gift of all.

It was written on fine linen parchment that was tied with red ribbon; the ribbon I gave her at the fair and was secured with a wax seal.  I opened the note first to read Barbra’s flowing handwriting?

The note simply said, “Always marry for love and then remain true.  Never be ashamed of where you come from; therein lies your strength. I always knew you had it in you.  I love you Danny.” 

I recognized the pen; Barbara carried it with her always. It was a gift from her parents when she graduated from Law School and then held in trust for me by the law firm after Barbara died.

That was the first time in my adult life that I cried….

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My first day was terrible.  Being new I’ve been assigned the worst tables and have to work the counter were the tips are generally lousy.  Sally had to step in five times to correct my orders and mollify my customers because of my mistakes… God bless her.  I was nervous and dropping things. The men here make me so nervous. I have been hit on more times than I can count from males sixteen to seventy.

Sally had to cover my section for almost an hour on my first day when I was groped by a Mexican trucker. Zane chased him out of the restaurant with a baseball bat and then took out the headlights on the Mexican’s truck for good measure.

I was a wreck and I locked myself in the bathroom and cried.

I’ m able to handle things better now, but sometimes we get so busy it makes my head spin. I hate Jason the day cook. He was always leering at me.

He whispered lewd things to me that made me blush when I picked up my orders. Seeing this Sally stepped in and threatened to cut Jason’s balls off with a rusty knife and now Jason won’t even look at me…good.

We sit together during our breaks and talk.  Sally feels I need to find another line of work but has my back for as long as I work here.

Sally suggested that I follow up for my teaching job while I work here, but in the mean time I should call Danny and keep on calling until he hires me. Funny, that is exactly what Mom said...”

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I finally saw Anita filling coffee cups for two unwashed and dirty looking men in their early twenties. They were wearing stained and greasy leather jackets and sitting on stools at the counter near the cash register.  

One of them was a large porcine looking brute with a shaved head and the start of a big belly.  

The other was a skinny greasy little weasel with no chin. He had filthy dirty hair sticking out in all directions under the camouflage bandana tied around small head rodent looking head. He also had a high nasal laugh like a donkey braying every time big mouth porcine man made a joke or stupid comment.  

I didn’t hear what they said to Anita but they were laughing as she walked away blushing with a coffee pot to refill the cups for the customers at her tables.

As Anita was returning to stand behind the counter the big porcine one slapped her ass.  I’d seen enough damn them. Anita wasn’t some low woman or biker’s whore to be treated like that. She would start today and would be leaving with me as soon as possible.   

Sally was right on top of it though and was telling them to behave when I walked up behind them. They weren’t wearing colors so it was obvious that they were not affiliated with any known gang.  

“Ms. Jones, may I have a word with you, please?” and when Anita saw me her face lit up and that made me feel so good.

“Danny, I mean Mr. Skinner. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, Danny what are you doing here?” the porcine loudmouth said mockingly and the weasel was laughing in his nasal bray and slapping the counter while looking at Anita.   

“Ignore these trash, Ms. Jones. The job is yours if you want it. I would like you to start today to give you your orientation.”

There were two burly seasoned truckers sitting on stools at the far end of the counter watching us as if they were expecting trouble. They saw me watching them out of the corner of my eye and one of them nodded, solemnly.  

“Of course I’ll take the job Mr. Skinner,” Anita said smiling and I was thinking, ‘what a beautiful smile my little jelly bean has.’

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“My shift will be over in an hour. Can you give me a ride?” I asked hopefully, “My car is well, indisposed at the time.”

“Forget it Danny, she is going to give us a blow job and then we’ll ride Anita for you,” the big lout said standing and getting right in Danny’s face.  

“That’s right,” the small one said looking at me and rubbing his groin. I had them pegged right away for what they were, disgusting louts and I tried to ignore them but now I was just plain scared.

Things got real quiet and it seemed everybody was watching us. Danny is a true gentlemen and so soft spoken. They looked mean and tough. 

I bet they were carrying knives and now they were going to hurt him.

Sally tried to get in between them, buying time and I was thinking, ‘Where in the world is Zane. Go get Zane, Sally, go get Zane.’

“Alright, funs over. Why don’t you two boys stop kidding and sit down. Order anything you want. It’s on the house.”

“Shut your pie-hole, bitch,” the bald one said to Sally while poking Danny in the chest with his index finger, “I’m talking to the pretty faggot here.”

“Red,” Danny commanded quietly taking a couple of steps back, his eyes never leaving the two of them, “Step away and give me some room, “And the tone of his voice changed ever so slightly, “It is time to put out the trash.”

I was thinking, ‘No Danny, don’t. Wait for Zane. Why doesn’t somebody get up and help him.’

“I’m waiting, faggot,” the loudmouth sneered.

“Try poking me again,” Danny said quietly.  When the big lout tried Danny moved quickly to one side grabbing the man’s wrist and elbow while applying pressure and twisting.

I think Danny must have kicked his feet from under the lout because in a blink of an eye baldy went crashing to the floor onto his stomach.  Danny had his foot on the lout’s back and the arm was straight up in the air with his hand bent at the wrist.   

Fortunately somebody did get up and help. The two trucker’s at the end of my counter who ordered double helpings of hot roast beef with gravy, lots of gravy over mashed potatoes, including over the vegetable of the day, corn.

They were so hungry when they came in they had dessert first. They helped themselves to apple pie with cheddar cheese in the refrigerated case at the end of the counter where they were sitting.   

I rushed over to stop them but too late. They smiled and placed their orders.  They then both of them handed me twenty-two dollars each and told me to keep the change. They asked me when I started working here and teased me about the look on my face when they helped themselves to the pie. One of them had a daughter my age in college and showed me her picture.

They were holding the little lout’s arms behind his back by the wrists.

One of them was anyway; the other was opening and closing a switchblade that he took out of the little lout’s leather jacket pocket.

“It seems we have a situation here,” Danny said quietly while applying pressure to the big one’s hand and wrist, “Do I let you go, or do I call the Sheriff.  I can simply break your wrist and still call the Sheriff. How many good people have you terrorized and gotten away with?”

“Like she said, Mr. Skinner,” the little one whined, referring to Sally, “We were only kidding.”

“Shut your mouth. When I give you permission to speak you both will apologize to Ms. Jones and,” he looked at Sally.

“Ms. McCarthy,” Sally offered and Danny replied, “Thank you, Red.”

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The idiot on the floor finally found his voice and was trying to bluff his way out, “Go ahead and call the fucking Sheriff.  We’re Hell Dogs. Go ahead and break my wrist. One telephone call and you fucking disappear off the fucking face of the earth.”

“Yah, that’s right, were Hell Dogs, faggot.” The little weasel repeated.

“Well if that’s the case there is only one thing to do,” SNAP, I simply broke his wrist and let go to step back while he scrambled to a sitting position to hold his broken wrist to his chest as he rocked back and forth in pain..”

“You are a poltroon and a liar, big mouth,” I said, taking my business card out of my pocket and throwing it to the floor next to him.

“Thank you for your help gentlemen. If there is anything that I can do for you just ask. You can keep the switchblade. Please let go of the weasel so that he can help his clueless leader.”

The little weasel helped the big porcine idiot to his feet not meeting my eyes.

“Take him to the hospital or not. It makes no difference to me but I have changed my mind. I won’t have you soil these gentle lady’s ears any further with your disingenuous apologies. Your apologies would be as worthless as you both are. 

I’m  not going to call the Sheriff. I have something worse in mind. You have my card. Ask around about me and then pray I don’t make that telephone call. Out with you trash. You have thirty seconds to be off the property……”

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Danny was willing to take them both on for me. He didn’t even need a baseball bat. What kind of a man is he? They ran out of there.  What did Danny mean by “that telephone call?”  Danny stuck up for me and Sally too. He called us gentle ladies.

I just stood there after they left not sure what to do…correct that.

I knew what I wanted to do; what the romance novels my Mom loves to read said I should do but I was too shy and unsure of myself around men to try.  

Nobody cheered afterward like they do in romance novels. But there were some heads nodding in approval and the thumbs up before everybody went back minding their own business.

I finished my shift while Danny sat at the counter and talked with Zane and the truckers who helped him. He ate two bowls of Chili. Sally was back and forth flirting with him and I was stewing in my own juices…I thought Sally was my friend.

At the end of my shift I came out of the bathroom from changing out of my uniform into my blue jeans, sneakers and a loose white peasant blouse that had embroidery on the sleeves and collar. Danny took my arm and walked me to his Corvette. I was imagining that I was his lover and other naughty thoughts like that.  

Just as Danny was helping me in and had closed the door Sally came running out of the restaurant. She had taken her hair out of her braid and it was streaming behind her as she ran like a wavy red flag to settle over her shoulders and down below her waist when she stopped.

Sally knew what to do. Sally put her arms around Danny’s neck and kissed his mouth and I mean really kissed him, long and deep. Danny was enjoying it. It was if I wasn’t even there.

I slid down in my seat and pretended that I didn’t notice but I watched the whole thing.  Danny kissed her back and his strong hands were buried in Sally’s long red tresses when they should have been in mine. Danny should be kissing me like that.  

I watched Sally put her hand at the base of her throat and she was damn near panting. She looked flustered…Sally flustered?

How do I compete with that? How do I compete with figure like Sally’s and with all that hair? I used to have beautiful long brown hair and now I look like plump boy. Damn you Monique…no, damn me for listening to her.  I hate the way I look.

It will take me years to have hair like that again, years……

Danny got in next and reached behind me. I hoped that he was going to pull me close to him and kiss me. That would show Sally.

Instead Danny grabbed my seat belt shoulder harness and hesitated before saying, “You are officially on the clock now Ms. Jones. Please sit up straight so that I can buckle you in.”

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“Yes Sir,” my little jelly bean said while sitting up straight and folding her hands on her lap.

Anita was looking straight ahead with her lips poised in a pout; now how cute is that?  Anita is such a baby in some ways, but in a cute ways. Imagine, pouting at her age.

I can’t help it that Sally kissed me like that, or that I enjoyed it and kissed her back.

It was a marvelous and spontaneous thing. Sally is a beautiful woman and she took her hair down for me. The kiss was a gift….her way of saying thank you. I tasted the real Sally with her guard down, not the tough waitress who probably looked after Anita since day one.

Sally McCarthy is a class act and a fine brave lady and I am definitely going to follow up on those kisses.  

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He glanced at me a few times and was smiling. Perhaps I was making a mountain out of a mole hill. There was an accident up ahead and I couldn’t just sit there. I’m going to kiss him and thank him when we stop….good here goes…

I touched his arm, and he turned and looked at me with those blue eyes….”Yes, Ms. Jones,” and I chickened out.

“What did you mean when you told those louts about the telephone call?”

“They are cowardly thugs plain and simple. They were not wearing colors, or if you like insignias that proclaimed themselves as members of a gang.

Biker gangs take such things very seriously. The Hell Cats in particular. They can be very violent, but they are also discrete and keep tightly to themselves.  They seldom go into straight places and when they do they do not bring attention to themselves.”

“But what about the telephone call?”

“That was a bluff and breaking his wrist raised the stakes to make the bluff convincing. In their minds I let them off easy.”

“Do you know any Hell Cats?”

“Personally, no, but I have contacts who do; hangers-out. They would get the word out for me.

“What could happen to the louts if the hangers-out got the word out?”

“If the louts… I like the way you put that Anita for it is a very lady like way to describe them. If they were wearing the Hell Cat’s colors and were not members they would be killed; claiming affiliation and then bringing attention to the Hell Cats; definitely the loss of one or both ears as a warning. Especially if the police were called and their subsequent arrest was reported to the papers with the name Hell Cats mentioned.”

I shivered when he told me that and noticing Danny took my hand and squeezed it.  

“The important thing is you’re safe and they will never bother you again.  I’ve met your Mother. Mary is a lovely woman. I can tell you two are very close and that your Mom loves you very much.

Someone once wrote, “Never be ashamed of where you come from for therein lies your strength. You are your Mother’s daughter, Anita.”

Danny let go of my hand and became quiet and thoughtful… but so was I……

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Danny got out first and opened the car door for me like my Dad always does for Mom.

“It’s still light out Ms. Jones. I will give you part of your orientation while we walk the path along the fence line.” 

This time Danny did all the talking while I asked a few pertinent questions. It actually sounded exciting because there might be a certain amount of travel involved and possibly overnights.  I learned that I would be signing a non-disclosure agreement and could not discuss any confidential matters and that was just fine.

It was like we were in our own little world inside the former armory compound. The beautiful ivy that had overgrown the fence guaranteed us privacy and Danny explained he tried to create a private park like setting.   

It was getting dark when we finally went inside.  I would be starting tomorrow morning at 9:00 o’clock sharp. We went into his office and as he pulled a chair for me to sit on. I noticed that the broken candy dish was in the bookcase next to the well worn law dictionary.

Danny had glued it back together as best he could and put the silver fountain pen and pencil inside of it. His jelly beans were now in a small unbreakable plastic Tupperware container.

“Your office will be in the large room near the front door on the left,” he said sitting down and removing official looking documents from the drawer.

“Take this home and read it. Tomorrow morning you will sign them in the presence of a Notary Public. The County clerk will notarize for free.

What size ring do you wear, Ms. Jones?”

“I’m really not sure,” I answered, wondering why Danny would ask me that.

“Let me see your hands.”

I held them out across the desk and Danny took them gently in his and was frowning. He was looking at my nails…I bite them.

“This is totally unacceptable,” he said sternly, “biting your nails like a child.

The minute you sign and get your contract you will stop! You will be spending time with me in public and your appearance reflects,” and changing the tone of his voice ever so slightly, “Do you understand, Ms. Jones?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said looking down. He was using the same tone as he used with the louts. There would be no compromise.

“Good, very good, that concludes your orientation,” Danny said, while still holding my hands, “We are officially off the clock.

“Anita, look at me,” he said kindly and I looked into his blue eyes and Danny was smiling now.

“You have beautiful little hands, Anita” he said quietly while gazing into my brown eyes, “dainty and smooth petite hands with such long fingers,” he was giving me goose bumps and my face felt warm, “a pretty girl like you should be showing off such beautiful hands.”

I was thinking about Mom and Aunt Joyce and how they did each other’s nails. People were always asking where they had them done.

“Would you do something for me, Anita? Would you please stop biting your nails?” I just nodded my head while looking back into his blue eyes. Danny kissed my hands just like in romance novels and then he squeezed them before letting go. OK, I admit it, I read them too.

I thought I was going to faint, he kissed my hands.

“I’m going to change my clothes before I bring you home. You should call your parents and let them know that you are fine and will be home shortly.”

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After I dropped Anita home I stopped by Zane’s Truck Stop for coffee and a dish of ice cream, the later if Sally wasn’t there.  

Just a hunch but I had a feeling that Sally might be there and I was right. I had a black linen sports jacket and a white long sleeve shirt in a garment bag in the trunk depending on where we ended up.

Sally was wearing form fitting blue jeans and a deep emerald green silk and cotton blouse that set off her beautiful red hair that was fixed in a nice ponytail.

She was sitting with a waitress who was on break. Seeing me Sally got up quickly but then caught herself and smiled, not wanting to appear too eager and let me walk over to her.

I walked over and introduced myself to the other waitress. If nothing else my dear Barbara taught the importance of being polite in gentle company.

I took Sally’s arm and said, “Well beautiful, where would you like to go?

Do you dance?”

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I was so excited that I could hardly stand it. We went to City Hall to get my papers notarized and then Mom dropped me off at work. Tomorrow was going to be another nice day.

I decided that I would walk to work in nice weather. It should only take half an hour at a brisk walk.

The last thing I expected was that Danny would invite Mom in for coffee and apple turnovers or that Dad would send me flowers.

Dad sent 2 dozen long stem white roses. Mom said that Dad offered to pick me up after work but I informed her firmly that I would rather walk.

As much as I enjoyed my Mom’s visit I wanted to be alone with Danny. He looked so different now with a suit and tie, so different when he brought me home the day before.

Yesterday evening Danny was wearing black boots, black jeans and a tight black muscle shirt that looked like it was painted on…wow, talk about a bad boy look.  That shirt showed off his barrel chest, lean ropey muscles and flat washboard stomach. Danny helped me in and closed the door of the Corvette before vaulting into the driver’s side seat without opening the door.

“I’m sorry for showing off,” Danny said smiling, “I wanted to do this since I got it.  I’ve owned the Corvette for a week and today’s the first time I drove it. I’m not sure I’m going to keep it. What good is a fast car unless you have a pretty girl sitting next to you?  

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Anita’s first morning at work was pretty much what I expected. Mary dropped her off and naturally I invited her in for coffee and fresh apple turnovers I bought earlier. No doubt Mary was curious to see what kind of man her daughter was working for and particularly after the incident in the restaurant…..the dirt bags.  

Anita gave her Mom a short tour of the first floor and then we all took a stroll on the grounds before I served them refreshments. Mary’s hair was up again and this time styled in a braided bun. Unlike that short boyish haircut, I would love see Anita wearing her hair this way on occasion. 

I had to take a private telephone call and I walked outside to take it.  While there I saw a small red pickup truck pull in front of the building.

A familiar looking woman in her late forties got out and walked to the bed to take something out. She was struggling to lift a large potted jade plant and I walked over to help her.

As she turned I held out my hand in introduction, “Good morning. I’m Daniel Skinner and you must be Anita’s Aunt Joyce. It is obvious that beauty runs in Anita’s Mom’s side of the family.

Joyce was a honey blonde with the same slim and petite but well rounded figure of her sister. She was wearing a light green muslin dress and had sandals on her small feet. It occurred to me that Mary was wearing similar sandals and the same dress in pale yellow.   

Joyce’s hair was pulled back in a long ponytail and tied with a green silk scarf.  Joyce looked me over boldly as she shook my hand. I was thinking, ‘It is obvious were Anita gets her looks. Joyce is another beautiful woman. I’d love to run my hands through that thick blonde hair….’

“I’m pleased to meet you Daniel. Please call me Joyce. I’ve never met a bail bondsman let alone a bail bondsman who is also a lawyer.  I used to come here when this was a flea market.  I sell Avon. We have products for men if you are interested. Patty Shriver used to sell her natural homemade soap here on Sunday. Do you know Patty? I am partial to her spearmint or almond soap.”

“No, I’ve never had the pleasure.  But it is certainly a pleasure to meet another beautiful woman from Anita’s family, Joyce. Would you like to join the other lady’s for coffee?

I’ll carry the jade plant. I hear they bring good luck…”

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The first thing that Danny had me do after Mom and Aunt Joyce left was to start organizing his files. That was a monumental task in itself. Nothing was in alphabetical order. His files were in cardboard boxes with covers; the kind of boxes that computer paper comes in.

The boxes were neatly stacked on the floor, at least 100 boxes and they had numbers on them; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, etcetera. Amazingly, Danny can recall where a particular file is from memory.

I am very good with numbers. Mathematics always came easy for me; any kind of math. This was not a good system.  Danny wanted my opinion on the best way to organize them so that anyone working for him could find the particular file he asked for.  

We went to an office supply store and Danny gave me great latitude to order whatever I thought was necessary. I didn’t go overboard but I can tell you how good it made me feel that Danny was taking me seriously and trusted me to do this for him.

It was well past lunch time by then and I get a one hour unpaid lunch break.

As we were leaving Danny suggested, “Well Ms. Jones, it is lunch time and you must be hungry.  You didn’t have an apple turnover, just coffee?”

‘That’s because I’m on a diet, Danny,’ I was thinking, ‘Mom and I had a long talk about my weight last night and then a good cry when I said I was her mother’s daughter and I should start looking like one.’

“I wasn’t hungry, Sir.” I replied, still thinking, ‘Not just a diet but a complete lifestyle change. Move more and eat less. I know the scientific formula to burn calories and the relative values of carbohydrates, proteins, sugars and fats. That’s part is easy; now I have an incentive, you.

Yes sir, Mr. Skinner, you are going to be my project.’

“Technically you are off the clock during lunch time and may take it when you choose assuming of course we are not busy.  It’s in your contract Anita.

I’m hungry now. It will take me just a minute to call ahead and get takeout from Chang’s or you can join me in a booth.”

“So, technically we’re not boss and secretary if I accept?”

“Yes, I would say that is the case.”

‘Well here goes,’ I thought, ‘my first big step. I’m going to kiss him and finally thank him. He must taste wonderful. Here goes Anita you can do this.’

“That would be nice, Danny. But only if you let me buy,” and I was  thinking, ‘Darn me, I should have kissed him.’

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Anita sat across from me and ordered first, steamed vegetables with white rice. She must be on a diet so good for her. She was no novice to Chinese food and handled her chopsticks like a native. I had a taste for hot & sour soup and steamed dumplings.

We had a delightful lunch together sharing 2 pots of Chang’s special blend tea and just talking. Anita is well read and her vocabulary reflects that.  I love the way Anita brings the tea cup to her lips in both her little hands as she sips from it, or how she arranges her cloth napkin on her lap just so after daintily wiping her lips. I got my little jelly bean to laugh. Anita has a sweet musical laugh like the tinkling of little silver Christmas bells.

I coaxed many shy smiles from her; shy and sweet warm smiles. It has been a long time since anyone has called me Danny and smiled at me that way. It sounds nice coming from Anita’s kissable lips….kissable but not yet.  

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I love saying that, Danny, Danny, Danny and Danny.  He touched my hands while we talked giving me the courage to squeeze his back. But goodness, Danny can be so funny without being vulgar.  The food was good but my dinner partner was delightful. Danny looks into my eyes when he talks and everything….we went well past the lunch hour…

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“Can you believe it Joyce? Anita has been working there for 3 weeks now and I’ve never seen her happier. She lost 10 pounds and has stopped biting her nails. Marvin and I tried everything to get her to stop. That’s one of the reason’s I called. Would you like to have a girl’s manicure night later; you me and Anita?”

“What time, Mary?’

“How about eight?”

“Eight is good for me. Is that hot boss of your daughter’s going to be there?  If he doesn’t ask Anita for her hand soon I just might been interested.

“What will your husband say when he hears of your infidelity, Joyce?”  

“Don’t tell me you haven’t looked Mary, I know better?”

“Well, you got me there,” I admitted, “You should have seen Daniel the evening after the altercation at the truck stop. It looked like his shirt was painted on when he brought Anita home. It is said that clothes make the gentlemen. Daniel he looked so hot and dangerously sexy, anything but a gentleman.

“Right, like either of us is going to do anything but talk about it Mary, what fun.”

“I may have had my doubts at first until I heard that Daniel stepped in to protect her. You have to admit he won’t let anything happen to Anita.  Marvin thinks the same but also that Daniel is too old for her.”

“And then you pointed out to Marvin the differences in your ages; you didn’t listen to Dad either…”

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Anita has worked here nine months and still walks to work unless the weather is particularly nasty. My jelly bean addresses me as Danny all the time now unless there are clients in the building or Joyce and Mary stop to have lunch with Anita. I insist on Mr. Skinner then. As much as I want to I haven’t kissed her yet. We have had a few more lunches together at Chang’s and I think of it as our place now.

I really don’t mind her family stopping in as long as Anita gets her work done.  

The diet and exercise have really paid. Anita is down to one-hundred-twenty and holding and her short pixie cut is now almost an ear length blunt bob.

I keep Anita busy with various projects. I have Anita looking into the feasibility of doing closings on the sales of residential property, her idea and a good one. I have no real interest in practicing criminal law at this time.  

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I have been working for Danny for nine months and loving every minute of it. There is no point in kissing him now for saving me but I am sure he knows. I’m very relaxed around him; even when Danny is serious or grumpy.  I feel I can ask him anything.  

I have seen Danny watching me and smiling.  Thank goodness in another four months I will have grown all the layers in my hair and will finally have a perfect bottom of my ear length blunt bob. I keep my hair out of my face with barrettes or a head band while at work but not during lunch to see if Danny notices.

I have my own apartment now, a small cozy efficiency apartment.

The downside is that my walk to work is 45 minutes; but on the plus side I’m 15 minutes from home.

I’m only twelve hundred dollars away from paying Dad outright for the car that he bought for me. Not that I am ungrateful, I explained my position to Dad, but I will not drive it until I own it outright and can purchase my own insurance.

I discussed the whole thing over with Danny and he agrees with me. We have such wonderful conversations during our private lunches in or out of the office and we talk about everything.

Danny works out in the morning and I’m always a half-hour early to make him his coffee; not because I have too but because I want to.

Danny often comes up from the basement in just his gym shorts and sneakers to have his coffee. He never wears a shirt and he is just dripping with perspiration.  

I have watched him hit the heavy bag and his hands are a blur.  In between punches when I least expect it Danny will spin around and kick it; he can kick really high.

I have completely stopped biting my nails and Aunt Joyce gave me a gift of makeup the first night we got together to do my nails; imagine me wearing makeup.

Danny certainly notices, even the most subtle change of eye shadow or lipstick. I test him to see if he notices. Danny will simply say “lipstick” or “eye shadow” and I can’t fool him even if I change it several times during the work day.

Now we girls….Aunt Joyce, Mom and I get together for an hour of stretching and calisthenics every other day. I walk and exercise every day now. They also do their kegel exercises those nights as a preventive measure but I wonder? The women in our family never had those kinds of problems. They also treat me more like an adult now and we talk about things that I didn’t know they knew about…at their age.

I read up on kegel and there are other benefits for strengthening those muscles…. they will come in handy when the time comes. I started doing them in my apartment when I am alone.

Danny makes me so horny that I can hardly stand it. I take long baths pleasuring myself just thinking about him. I want to suck on his cock and feel it inside of me; goodness what naughty thoughts. I was never like this before I met my Danny…isn’t it wonderful?

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Apparently Anita wasn’t about to wait for me to kiss her. There were some unique circumstances behind our first kiss.  

It was a cold clear day in February. Things were slow and we were caught up on everything. We decided to have lunch at Chang’s and Anita wanted to walk.

Anita bought herself a new navy blue wool coat that came down to her knees and the coat had a deep practical hood.  She was also purchased a pair of knee high black leather boots lined with sheepskin.  

On the way there Anita was excitedly was telling me that it was official. Last night she had taken all of her “fat clothes” as she put it, clothing that were too big for her to the Salvation Army drop box and good riddance.

“Mom, Aunt Joyce and I are going shopping for my new wardrobe.  I’m buying just enough clothes to get me by until I hit my goal of 115 lbs.”

“A pretty lady deserves pretty things,” I said taking her hand and squeezing, “Perhaps it’s not my place to say but I’m speaking as Danny now. I’m very proud of you. You look better and no doubt you feel better. Any man would be lucky to have you and most of them aren’t good enough for you.”

When we got to Chang’s I went into the rest room while Anita waited for me in the foyer. She had the most mischievous smile on her face as I came walking out.  

Pointing with her finger, “Danny, I want to sit in that corner booth.”

“OK, I…” and before I could finish speaking Anita took my arm, something she has never done before and practically dragged me there. I was amazed how strong she is for such a small woman but pleasantly pleased as well.

“Are you ready to order yet?” Anita asked sliding into the booth next to me. “I know what I want.”

Something was going on. Anita always sat across from me. I noticed that Anita was watching something or somebody across the room.

“Well this is a nice spot,” I said to Anita as the waitress brought us are menus and I ordered our pot of tea, “The jumbo shrimp and broccoli looks good. What are you going to have?”

“I’ll have the same.”

With that same smile on her face Anita turned to me and took my face in her hands and kissed my lips, “Put your arms around me, Danny,” she whispered.

I did and then whispered, “Are you going to…” and Anita kissed my lips again, whispering “Good, she saw us, Jane is coming over.”

“I get it Anita, I’ll play along,” I whispered as slid my fingers into the soft downy hair at the nape of her neck.

“Anita Jones, is that you? I almost didn’t recognize you with short hair. It’s been too long.”

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‘Good, Jane is checking my Danny out,’ I thought, ‘you are still the same disingenuous and conniving, grasping harlot you always were. I will never forget how you treated me all through school.’

“Hello Jane you are looking well.” I replied in greeting while thinking, ‘Not long enough you bulimic wretch.’

“Are you still married to Doug Turner?”  I asked, knowing the answer but I was thinking, ‘Take a good look at Danny….you can’t have him he is mine!’

Doug Turner was an overweight wimp and a real Momma’s Boy in school who couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.  He also was a target for bullies because he wouldn’t fight back. I felt sorry for him and felt a kindred spirit because we were both plump.

I offered to study with Doug in the library after school but he dismissed my offer as if I was nothing.  

Doug was held back twice and was a senior at nineteen when I asked him.  I was fourteen when I jumped 3 grades ahead and would be graduating High School at 15 that year.

At fourteen and seeing an opportunity, Jane tricked him and lied about her age. Jane was prettier then and was very popular with the upper classmen because she put out.  When Doug got her pregnant it was statutory rape. Need I say more?  Jane and her mother were after his family’s money and no doubt  judging from the fur coat and jewelry Jane is sitting pretty.

They deserve each other; a tramp and a cuckold. Everybody knows your well deserved reputation, Jane.  Four children at twenty-one; I wonder who’s father’s of the other three are?

I immediately regretted thinking that. They were innocent children after all and I was ashamed of myself.  I am so lucky to have Danny and unlike Jane I will marry for love.

“Yes, we have four wonderful children and we have been married seven years now. I barley have time to myself caring for them. A mother’s work is never done. Thank goodness for their nanny and our housekeeper.

I just broke away for a little time by myself. You know how it is; the sacrifices a mother makes for her children.  I don’t know what I would do without them.

I don’t see a ring on your finger Anita. Did you ever graduate college?”

“I’m a working girl now,” I said sliding out of the booth and taking Danny with me. I stood as close to him as I possibly could. Danny put his left arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.  “I’d like to introduce you to….”

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“Daniel Skinner at your service,” I interrupted offering the woman my right hand while thinking, ‘definitely not my type. Much too skinny and gaunt…black hair that is obviously dyed, layered and teased to look ratty; no doubt the current style in Hollywood with the current crop of young shallow attention seeking actresses….the word tramp comes to mind.  

A full length mink coat of all things…not that I have a problem with fur for cold weather but Jane is wearing it inside to draw attention to her.

Heavily applied makeup, trashy…ridiculous amounts of gold jewelry; bracelets necklaces and bobbles with diamonds everywhere, assuming that the diamonds are real…. a ring on every finger… and long painted finger nails and in her case the sign of a lazy woman…and such thin stingy lips… she reeks of stale cigarette smoke mixed with too much perfume… nope… not for me.’

“Any friend of Anita is a friend of mine,” I offered politely, “but my sweet lady is too modest. Anita graduated with honors and has a Bachelor’s Degree in Mathematics, a teaching certificate and minors in science and literature.   

I hugged Anita again because my little jelly bean was all that and much more.

“Anita did all of this before she was twenty. There is nothing my lady can’t accomplish when Anita puts her mind to it.”

“Well, ah yes, that is all very good I suppose if you like that kind of thing,” Jane replied frowning.  Now I really didn’t like her.

Jane Turner can’t hold a candle to Anita in any category and especially at being gracious.  

“Who do you have your insurance with Daniel? I’m sure my husband can do better,” and she reached in her mink coat pocket for a business card.  

“No thank you, I’m quite happy with my agent,” I replied while politely accepting the card.

“I insist that you call my husband, Daniel. My signature and personal cell phone number is on the back and I will give you will get the special treatment if you get my meaning. You won’t be sorry. We are the biggest agency in the tri-county area. Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t call?”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to bow out and respectfully decline. I don’t wish to offend you.”

“I’m already offended with your lack of manners for not answering a lady’s question,” she said in a loud voice, “I demand that you answer me!”

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‘Wow,’ I thought, ‘this couldn’t be better if it was scripted. Danny must know something about them that I don’t. I bet his friend John Anderson told him. He and the old gentlemen play chess early Friday afternoon when Sunday is out and they can’t go fishing.  Let Jane have it, Danny!’

Danny looked at me and I nodded my head.

“I’ll give you two. There are several pending investigations against The Turner Agency with the State Insurance Commission and with the Attorney General dealing with misappropriation of funds, or late payment of funds on Doug’s policy holders accounts with the Insurance Carriers that he represents as a licensed insurance broker.

Many of these mentioned policy holders filed claims only to find that their policy was canceled or consisted of less coverage then they paid for and assumed they had.

I am sure that you, Mrs. Turner being a stay at home Mom with four children to nurture is not aware of these unfortunate events.  

Your husband owes back taxes and utility bills on several investment properties independent of his father’s business. Those mentioned investment properties have gone belly up.  Your husband is presently being sued for millions by his creditors and backers and he will lose.  

Doug’s Daddy is in no position to bail him out again, including paying off the lien on your two homes, here and in Cape Cod. These facts are a matter of public record.  

Douglas Turner Sr. wisely had his personal property and assets protected and sheltered years ago. Everything is above board and legal.

It will withstand the most invasive and meticulous scrutiny of the impending forensic investigation and audit.  Douglas Sr. will come out of the impending disaster just fine while Douglas Jr. not so fine.

Are you aware that a spouse is culpable for her husband’s debts?”

It was amazing, Danny had her speechless. Jane was standing there with her eyes practically bulging out of her head she was so angry. Her mouth was opening and closing but nothing was coming out.

She looked like a fish out of water gasping for oxygen and some of the people in our section of the restaurant had stopped eating and were watching us.

“Good day, Mrs. Turner,” Danny said turning his back to her when Jane finally found her voice.

“How dare you. Our attorney is a shark and will eat you alive, Mr. Skinner. I am personally going to sue you for the defamation of my husband’s character.”

Danny turned to face her again, “Calumny, vilification and slander will be impossible to prove in open court without extensive corroboration.

Everything I have told you is factual.  Nor have I engaged in famosus libellus, the Latin for libelous writing. Also keep in mind Mrs. Turner that you vigorously solicited a response from me in a public place in front of witnesses.”

“Fuck you, asshole and the donkey you rode in on. You will hear from my lawyer!” she screamed loudly.

But then seeing everyone was watching lowered her voice and said, 

“I feel sorry for you, Anita Jones, hooking up with this loser. You will never amount to anything.”

With that Jane turned and walked out of the restaurant. Moments later she was back in the restaurant and out of the cold.

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Calamity Jane was standing in the foyer and screaming into her cell phone and repeatedly calling someone a stupid bastard as our waitress Song Lew, Chang’s daughter returned with our meal

“Song Lew, do you have any idea what that lady is screaming about?” Danny asked as I sat down across from him.

Song Lew smiled and replied, “Oh her, the pain. Mrs. Turner is no lady, Dan.  She eats here on occasion but when she does often meets with different men in our parking lot supposedly for business transactions. Funny business if you ask me.  The pain is talking to her husband. There is a flatbed tow truck and a Sheriff car in the parking lot and they are repossessing her Mercedes. What a scene she caused. Dad wasn’t happy with her at all and told her never to come back.”

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It occurred to me after Song Lew left that Anita was sitting across from me and I asked, “Would you mind telling me how you know calamity Jane?”

“I went to school with her when she was Jane Hakes. Why are you smiling like that?”

“Well a hake is a type of codfish and hakes would be the plural of codfishes. You knew the codfish when you were in school. There now you are smiling,” and I slid over next to her and kissed Anita’s lips.

“Are you going to tell me why out of the clear blue sky that you finally decided to kiss me, jelly bean?

“I was showing off?”

“You were showing off because?”

“I wanted Jane to think that you are my boyfriend,” Anita replied blushing.

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend, Anita?”

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“Yes,” I said totally embarrassed and blushing but glad that it was finally out in the open. I knew that Danny had taken Sally out a few times these past months but Sally was too old for him; she is Aunt Joyce’s age for goodness sakes.

“There will be irrevocable conditions, Anita.”

“Anything you say Danny.”

“Give me your hands,” and Danny took them and kissed them, “these are the conditions:

Sally and I are no longer seeing one another.  

Furthermore as your boyfriend I will be required to swear off all other women as is only proper.  I will only be allowed to have eyes for you. Those are the irrevocable conditions and you will demand them.

Now for my summation:

Your sweet innocence is charming and delightful. You are my sunlight when you smile.  Your gentle laugh is likening to the tinkling of the purest of silver Christmas bells.  

I adore the way you hold your cup in both your little hands and how you fold your napkin just so.  You are so cute when you pout.  You pout when you are angry or deep in thought and your full generous lips are irresistible and begging to be kissed.

With your permission I will kiss them often.

Your eyes are the softest brown that I have ever seen and I was drawn to them the moment I looked into them.

You are a chaste and gentle lady and so darn pretty….make that a beautiful chaste and gentle lady who can do anything that she puts her mind too. You are best thing that has ever happened to me Anita and I would you be mine.”

I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, “Yes Danny.”

“Anita, I have no need to know why but in my opinion you have no reason to impress or prove yourself to the likes of calamity Jane Turner. You are far more intelligent and refined then Jane can ever hope to be.

Jane’s life resume and moral compass will always be that of the gutter despite a temporary glamour of contrived respectability that she promotes with jewels and furs to impress the gullible.

“Let’s eat our lunch before it gets cold. I have done enough talking for now and so have you. We are taking the rest of the day off. I’m so glad that tomorrow is Saturday…”   

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Despite the cold blustery winter day my heart was warmed by Anita’s sweet kisses. We walked hand in hand. This is something I have never done before. Anita kept stopping to put her arms around my neck to kiss me.  

I meant every word that I said to my jelly bean in the restaurant and what I am saying just now.  

I was convinced after the first kiss that Anita was the one; I just know it. I can be a hard intimidating bastard if need be and I’m not one for being mushy.

Those words came from my heart of hearts….there I go being mushy again.

A few of the old crew from my days of a bounty hunter would have laughed at me if they knew, except for Duke, and in those early days I would have cared what they thought and now not one wit.

I sought the meanest and the toughest bastards to teach me the ropes. I then signed on with Duke Marion at nineteen. He had the reputation for bringing back all of the bail jumpers unhurt. The prosecutors loved him and the defense attorneys hated Duke.

With Duke it was his way or the highway consisting of five simple rules. Duke worked alone and initially wouldn’t take me. Somehow or other Duke decided to take me on a trial basis.  He deliberately pushed me hard and made fun of me finding fault with everything I did. Duke called me pretty boy Dan; even in front of other bounty hunters.

I made a big mistake by calling him out. I was drunk and determined to kick the shit out of him. Duke said, “I don’t fight with pretty boys. Get lost you motherless bastard!”

I swung and Duke easily moved to one side grabbing my wrist and arm while using a variation of a technique that I used on the porcine brute that abused Anita

He then punched me in the back of my ear and that was the last thing I remember until I woke up sitting beside Duke in his pickup truck. We were driving down Route 20 in Oklahoma following up on a lead.  I was buckled in and my ankles were duct taped together while my wrists were duct taped behind my back.

“Do you still want to be my partner, Dan? No more nonsense or posturing on my part. What say you?

“Yes,” and I was thinking through a pounding headache, ‘some tough guy I am. Duke is older and almost half my size.’

Good, you keep on reading on reading your Law Dictionary, son. I’ll start you off with Mr. Webster’s to improve your vocabulary and I expect you to learn twenty new words a day. Consider it a gift. It’s on the seat next to you. 

I’ll teach you the right way starting now with rule number 1. Never lose your temper and never let anyone get to you no matter what they say. Never take it personal because they are not worth it.

“Rule number 2. There is always someone tougher than you are. Learn how to fight smart.

Fighting can be counterproductive so start using your intellect and try to reason with them and talk things out for most situations.  It works; particularly when you have a reputation for being fair and neutral in your dealings.

Being the big bruin that you are, I concede that intimidating and mean can work in some scenarios. I know you are a tough bastard and if you came at me sober I would have put a 44 magnum slug in your knee cap.  

Rule number 3: Duct tape is your friend.

Rule number 4 ; being able to hold your liquor young man is not an accomplishment and will never put money in your pocket, just somebody else’s.

Rule number five; if the shit hits the fan all the rules go out the window and you do what has to be done.  But remember there are consequences.”

I never abused or beat anyone that I brought back and I have been at it for 30 years.

I ignore them and simply refuse to speak with them or acknowledge them.

They get “the talk” and are told what to expect beforehand.   

Our friend Duct tape is particularly effective with the big mouth imbeciles.  

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I’m in love and I can’t help myself. Everything is so wonderful and the sky is so blue and the air is so clean and cold….I feel a warm glow inside of me.

I keep stopping to kiss Danny. I don’t want those kisses to ever end. Danny picked me up several times and was laughing. He then put me down gently and kissed me back

Mom always told me that my time would come, “be patient Anita” she said, “You will know when you find him. He will realize how special you are.” 

Danny gave me a wonderful summation… better than any love sonnet ever written.

My Danny can be so serious and stern (grumpy) to keep me on track, and then so sweet and he can make me laugh.

We are going to make love when we get back I just know it….well I hope we are going to make love? Danny will teach me…..I wonder how big it is.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. We have the rest of the day together and I’m not done kissing him yet.

We are walking hand in hand for all to see and he really is my Danny now. I will do anything it takes to keep him…anything.

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We were almost to the door when Anita said, “I’ll be right with you. I have to fix my boot” I turned and took two steps, SPLAT; I was nailed between the shoulder blades with a snowball.

I turned to see Anita standing there with the same mischievous smile as in the restaurant. “Was that necessary?” I asked walking towards her.

“Oh  my, what a face you are making, grumpy!”

Anita put her arms straight above her head and dropped flat on her back into the deep snow in the yard while swishing her legs and arms up and down/out to the sides.

“Now what are you doing?”

“I’m making a snow angel.”

“You are also getting covered in snow. Aren’t you a little old for this kind of childish behavior?” I asked, frowning.

“I don’t want to spoil my snow angel,” Anita said holding out her hand for me to help her up.

When I did Anita got close and kissed me, “Oh, don’t be such a big grump,” and with that my sweet, gentle and chaste little lady put her foot behind my ankle and pushed hard, tripping me and sending me onto my back into the deep snow.

Needless to say I was surprised that Anita caught me off guard like that. My jelly bean is such a small woman….oh what the hell…..

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“Not like that Danny,” I said dropping down on my back next to him, “haven’t you ever made a snow angel before?”

Danny grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Mush, mush and more mush. I never made a snow angel before. Will you please teach me?” Danny asked laughing and kissing my face.

“What does mush mean you big grump?”  I asked putting my head on his chest while he stroked my hair. I could hear Danny’s heart beating in his chest and it was beating only for me.

“It means little silver Christmas bells and sunshine…”

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Danny walked back and closed and locked the front entrance gates to the compound and this is something I have never seen him do before. We were now in our private winter wonderland.

We made more snow angels and then a really nice snowman, plus we kissed. Our snowman had a carrot nose but we didn’t have coal for eyes, and we kissed. Danny used an old pair of sunglass so who could tell anyway, and we kissed.

Danny put his scarf on him and an old baseball cap on the snowman’s head. I made the snowman’s mouth with my lipstick.

I ruined the lipstick but who cares; that didn’t stop me from kissing Danny.  

“Well, enough of this nonsense, Anita,” Danny said, grumpily but not meaning the nonsense part, he enjoyed every bit of it. It was Danny’s idea to build the snowman, “you are soaked through and starting to shiver.”

Danny took my hand and we went inside talking off our coats and boots and not only did he close the heavy wood front door and lock it, Danny closed both the iron gates and locked them. I was thinking,  ‘We are locked in safe and secure in our warm and impregnable castle…yes I know it is an old arsenal and now I’m going to surprise Danny again.’

“Go upstairs and get out of those wet cloth clothes,” Danny said, “ Take a hot shower if you like, it will take the chill off.

I will be upstairs shortly to join you.”

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I went upstairs wondering what Anita was planning next. I found her sitting on the couch wrapped in a quilt. Anita’s clothes were draped over the kitchen chairs to dry including her under garments and my jelly bean had the same mischievous smile on her face.

Anita is just so darn cute when she does that, I can read her mind and know something was up.

“I got a chill Danny. Why don’t you shower first?”

“Fine, I’m freezing. Don’t worry though; there will be hot water for you. I have hot water on demand.”

I went into the bathroom, undressed and turned on the shower. I then hid behind the bathroom door, waiting. I heard the shuffling of little bare feet approaching on the wood floor. I watched the doorknob turn slowly and then Anita opened it partially and looked in before entering. Anita quietly closed door; good she didn’t see me.

“Did you change your mind?”  I asked putting my arms around her beautiful naked body, “or do you want to shower with me?”

“You know I do.”

“What else do you want, jelly bean.”

“I want you to make love to me.”

“But you are just a baby. What do you know of such things?  You just learned how to kiss today.” I teased, rubbing Anita’s belly and nuzzling her neck and watching her pout in the mirror.

“I’m not a baby! Why does everyone keep calling me that?” Anita asked angrily while trying to push my hands away but then giving up.

“I’m teasing. Of course you are not a baby, Anita. You know perfectly well how I feel about you. I have never been blessed before with a woman like you Anita. I am not a particularly religious man. Blessed is the one word that describes how I feel about you if only one word was allowed.  

I have never had a virgin before. I would keep you a virgin forever and I would have you right now.

All the gold and jewels on earth are but chaff in the wind compared to your sweet virginity.”

“But you can teach me. I want you to have it, Danny as my gift to you. I love you, Danny.”

And with those words, “my gift to you. I love you, Danny,” Anita just turned my whole world upside down. I always considered myself of a bit lady’s man and would jump at the chance and… aw mush.

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Letting go of my waist Danny closed his eyes and sighed. I turned to look at him, thinking, ‘There I said it and it came out so easily. I mean it with all my heart and soul. I wonder what my love is thinking. Does Danny love me? Is Danny going to say he loves me back now that I finally told him?’

Danny opened his blue eyes took my hands and kissed them.

“Anita Mary Jones it is precisely because of who you are that I love you the way I do.

I sensed you were outstandingly precious and special the day of your interview. Yes it was an accident, but if anyone else had broken that candy dish accident or not…well, I don’t know what I have done.

I certainly wouldn’t have hired them.

There were jelly beans everywhere, Anita and I was finding them days later; underneath and behind things.

I will teach you my love and you are my love make no mistake about that, but you must be patient and do what I say. Will you do that for us?” Danny asked, kissing my hands again.

“Yes Danny.”

“Have you taken precautions, Anita?” He asked while pulling me close to him and stroking my hair. I love it when he does that, it is such an intimate thing and I put my head on his chest and hugged him, thinking, ‘Danny loves me.’

“Yes, I’ve been on the pill for three 3 months now.”

“Excellent, would you like to spend the night, Ms. Jones?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered kissing his chest, “May we shower now?”

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This time I knew what to do. Danny got down on his knees facing me as I washed his hair. He was running his hands up and down my body as far as he could reach while looking up at me and smiling. He was kissing me everywhere.

Danny’s cock is so big and hard…I just want to suck on it like I imagined doing while pleasuring the bathtub. I rinsed Danny’s hair and he stood up smiling as he pushed my wet hair behind my ears.  

Danny took my face in hands… he kissed my lips, kissed my mouth long and deep, “I love you, Anita,” he whispered in my ear, “you have turned my whole world upside down and how I look at things and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I would be patient…. but I wanted Danny to fuck me so bad... I would suck on his rock hard cock which was pressing against me; I didn’t promise not to do that all patience aside….what a wonderfully naughty thought. Danny would lick and suck on my pussy…what another naughty thought.

Danny made me stand still while he shampooed my hair and it felt so nice to have my own personal naked shampoo boy with a big cock. Danny rinsed my hair and massaged in some coconut conditioner but didn’t rinse it out right away. Instead he handed me a bar of Pears Glycerin Soap.

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I made Anita face away from me and I started with her neck and shoulders.  I always buy and use this fine old brand of soap; it reminds me so much of Barbara.  Anita is the only woman I have showered with since then. I would give my life for her.

Being with Anita has taught me it’s alright to fall in love again.  Anita has broken down my barriers, my self-imposed walls….brick by brick for the sunshine of her smile to shine through and warm my heart and soul to mush.   

I soaped my little jelly down, massaging the soap into her soft creamy skin with my hands and fingers. I worked my way around to Anita’s  beautiful round and firm breasts wanting to lick and suck on them but instead soaped and caressed…feeling her upturned nipples harden at my touch. I finished by working my way down soaping and caressing everything including Anita’s small dainty feet.

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Danny faced me while I worked up lather and started with his neck and shoulders while he kissed my lips. Goodness, Danny’s stomach is so hard and flat below his barrel chest. He has the hard massive ropey muscles and chest of a grizzly bear. He looks so dangerously sexy naked.  

I have watched Danny do 200 hundred sit-ups and then 200 push-ups as if they were nothing; that was his warm up. And after seeing that I started pushing myself particularly working on my sit-ups. I will push myself even more now. I wanted to start exercising with Danny and be able to keep up. I want to do everything with Danny.

I worked my way down washing Danny with my hands getting hornier by the second. I even washed his big hard cock, pulling back the foreskin to wash it and I wasn’t embarrassed at all. Danny’s cock was going to be my boy toy pleasure toy.

 Unfortunately I got a little carried away and must have squeezed his balls to hard because I made Danny jump and growl in his throat. He tugged at my hair in warning.  

“I’m sorry grumpy, I cooed,” kissing Danny’s lips and mouth while caressing his tongue with mine. Danny hugged me and quietly said, “Not so hard next time jelly bean. I realize it’s your first time.”  

Danny keeps his public hair trimmed close and now I’m thinking of shaving my pussy. I know that Aunt Joyce shaves her flower (pussy).  It is inferred that Uncle Bart likes it that way.

It is delightful all the subjects we talk about, including sex when we lady’s do our nails or get together to exercise when the men aren’t around.

Such as oral sex being a means birth control. Or things a woman can do with her hair to please her man; a hair job. Or any man worth his salt gives his lady the pleasure of oral sex as good as he gets it from her. The talk a lot about that one and give each other knowing looks.  

Dad  always left the subject of sex up to Mom.  Aunt Joyce and Mom started letting me peek through the door of their private world when I got my own apartment and after I politely declined accepting the car until I could pay for it. I never realized the women of my family knew those kinds of erotic things and they implied there was more; I can’t wait.

I also never got the basic birds and bees talk because I could give it to them including the Latin nomenclature by the time I was twelve. I was getting the erotic from them now.

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I got of the shower first with Anita right behind me grabbing and poking me with her hands and she was giggling and laughing.  Anita found out I was a ticklish.  I turned and grabbed both Anita’s wrists careful not to hurt her and crossed her arms in back.  

“Grump, grump, grump, I love you grumpy,” and Anita sticking her tongue out at me.

I had to kiss Anita, I simply had too. I was so happy that I was almost giddy.

“I am almost as giddy as a drunken man,” so said Ebenezer Scrooge in the Christmas Carol. But I’m drunk with love, jelly bean, mush, mush and mush.”

I picked Anita up and spun her about and we would dance before the evening was out. John got me hooked on Charles Dickens. I spend several Christmas’ with John and his wife Naomi. John has every book Dickens has written.

“The sun is warm and bright my love. Old Sol’s light is nothing in comparison to your smile. (I made that up)  It is cold and blustery outside but we are warm and cozy inside together.  

You aren’t intimidated by me at all are you my love?”

“No, not at all.  I know you will never deliberately hurt me even though you are normally very strict with me and that is good. I’ve made a very important decision about us.”

“What is your decision, beautiful?”

“If you can call me your jelly bean, I’m going to call you my grumpy bear,” and with that Anita stuck her tongue out at me again.

We toweled off and took turns drying each other’s backs and then Anita wrapped a towel around her head like a turban to blot the excess water from her hair.

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My grumpy bear gave me one of his big flannel shirts to wear. It was much too large and almost came down to my knees. I looked cute though with the sleeves rolled up and the red plaid shirt smelled like Danny. Apparently I was going to have to wait until later to make love to him. 

I wish I had a hair dryer with me because Danny didn’t have one; he just combs his thick longish black hair straight back.

I promised to be patient and so far this day was like a dream come true and getting better by the minute; Danny wanted to dance with me. I love to dance. 

Danny was bare foot and wearing loose flannel pajama pants and a muscle shirt.

After grumpy bear…..I love saying that…. grumpy bear….after he found the station Danny bowed and asked, “Would you care to dance?” 

The radio station was in the commercial mode. Seven minutes of commercials and then it would one hour of uninterrupted music.

Every summer since I can remember the family rented the same small summer house on the beach in Freeport Maine. When I was a little girl we would build a fire on the beach at night.

I was in my pajamas and Dad would dance with me in the sand until I was sleepy. Then Dad would turn the radio down and he and Mom would dance while I slept. I always woke up in my bed the next morning wondering how I got there.

I put my arms around his neck and Danny my waist as I kissed his lips.

”I’d love to dance with you grumpy bear,” I answered while taking the towel from my hair and dropping it on the floor. We then started to slow dance while waiting for the music to start.

When it started we were pleasantly surprised as we looked at one another and both started to say, “That’s my”….and it was….my favorite song…his favorite song….. And now the Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers would forever be our song.  

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I always wanted to go the beach when I was a child. The closest that I got to a beach until I met Barbara was a large sandbox adjacent to a municipal wading pool in a city park.  Barbara and I danced on the large deck overlooking the beach at our favorite bed and breakfast on Long Island. 

But now I was dancing with Anita and that was all that mattered.

It didn’t matter what song was playing when the Unchained Melody finished for we slow danced to every song that was played. Anita just seemed to melt into me and this was something I have never experienced before with any woman 

We didn’t talk. We didn’t kiss. We just danced by the window watching the sun go down over our snowman.

Anita is my light and we danced in silent understanding. We danced in the darkened room until her cell phone rang. It was her mother. Sighing I let go so that Anita could take the call while I turned on some lamps and planned the rest of the evening in my mind.

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Danny was sitting on the couch when I returned and glancing at the mantle clock I didn’t realize it was so late it was; it was almost 9:00 pm. I gave Danny my hairbrush and sat next to him on the couch facing away from him.

“My hair is dry now. Would you brush it for me please so that we can go to bed and make love?”

“Make love? When I said spend the night I meant you would be sleeping on the couch,” he said so seriously. Danny started to brush my hair and it felt absolutely wonderful, and when he finished.  

“Now it’s my turn,” I declared taking the brush from him. I started brushing his thick black hair different ways playfully and teasingly.

I was testing my grumpy bear to see how far I could push him; sleeping on the couch indeed!

I gathered all longer hair on top into a bunch.

“What are you doing, Anita? What’s the barrette for?” and realizing he growled in his throat in exasperation. I love it when Danny does that.

“I’m just playing.  Don’t be so grumpy”, I replied kissing his lips. Danny closed his eyes and sighed while I put the barrette in his hair and I was thinking, ‘I really can be myself with him.’

“You look precious with your hair that way. Do you want to look in the mirror? Can I take a picture with my cell phone?

“I’ll bet but not particularly, and no.” Danny answered smiling, “But you are precious.” He pushed my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ears.  

I took the barrette out and tousled Danny’s hair, “And you are a patient grumpy bear. My hair is brushed. May I suck on your cock now?”

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“What a thing to say,” I said, caught off guard while being amused at the same time,” A sweet little thing like you talking like that.”

“I’m not a baby, Danny so stop it please. I’ll be careful of my teeth.

“You will? Who have you been talking to my love?” and in response Anita blushed most preciously. This made me wonder what went on during manicuring nights with her Aunt and Mother.

“We lady’s talk among ourselves just as you men do.”

“Nothing would please me more as long as I can return the favor. Revise that. I’m older, baby and I get to taste you first…”

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Danny stood up, took my hand and helped me off the couch, “Think of baby as a term of endearment, baby” he said taking my face in his hands and kissing my lips.

“Did I ever tell how much you remind me of Audrey Hepburn or how much I  like the musical she starred in, My Fair Lady?”  

I put my head on Danny’s chest as he stroked my hair, “You dance as well as Audrey you know. I will say unequivocally that you kiss much better. I want you to undress me. Use your imagination and do anything you like but remember I go first.”

I stepped back and took Danny’s strong hands in mine and kissed each of them. Next I raised Danny’s hands above head so that I could take off his muscle shirt leaving only his flannel pants.

I put my finger over his lips in warning for Danny to remain silent and then brushed my hand from his forehead to his eyes pausing for Danny to close them.

“Keep them closed lover and stand still,” I whispered in Danny’s ear as I got behind him to kiss the back of his neck and behind his ears, “I love you grumpy bear.” 

I brought my arms around the front to caress his hard chest and then his stomach while kissing him.  I lightly touched his rock hard cock before pulling his flannel pants around his ankles for him to step out of.

Getting in front of Danny I put my arms around his neck and kissed his lips, “You are mine forever,” I whispered in his ear as I kissed Danny’s lips while dropping my hands to squeeze his hard and firm ass cheeks. Danny nodded and smiled.

I got down on my knees again licked the tip of his cock making Danny moan as he buried his hands in my hair, “OK, you go first. Don’t stop licking…”

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I’m putty in Anita’s little hands. Not only am I incredibly aroused and horny as hell,  Anita turns my whole insides to mush, mush and more mush….it is wonderful…it is magnificent… it is astounding.

I am absolutely giddy with joy such is my love for Anita Jones. God bless her parents….maybe I’ll start going to church.

Anita, Anita, Anita, my Anita, and she loves’ me! 

Anita kissed and licked my stomach teasingly while looking up to smile and I looked down and smiled nodding my approval.

“Yes that's right, lick the entire shaft,” I said while playing with her hair................”Marvelous.  Take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip….yes that’s the way to do it. Your tongue feels wonderful….alternate between licking the shaft from top to bottom and the circumference of the tip. Very good my love you are a fast learner for your first time.”

How did you know I would like you looking into my eyes when you lick and suck cock?” Anita just smiled and kept on licking giving my ass a little pinch.

Start sucking, good..........yes.... that's it.....suck and tease with your tongue….yes, yes, that’s it perfect….you are incredible.

Get your hands out of there and stop playing with yourself,” I tugged on her hair, “that’s my job now… would you like me to tie your hands behind your back with a silk scarf to make you behave?”

“That would be fun,” Anita said stopping and looking up.

“Such talk from a baby. Is that you talking or the lady’s getting together and talking?” I asked

“Maybe, maybe not,” grumpy bear,” was all she replied, giving my ass another pinch. Nope not afraid at all and bold as hell.

“When you get your technique down we will explore those options.

For now concentrate on what you are doing,” I gently admonished, “you will be next and I promise you won’t be disappointed….careful remember you teeth,” I tugged on Anita’s hair…”I’m going to use your hair to control the blow job now that you have the basics down….keep sucking..”

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I can’t wait to taste Danny’s rich hot semen and then swallow all of it.

It is a scientific fact that semen contains traces of zinc, potassium, citric acid, free amino acids, plus ambrosia and other nectar delights. Granted, semen doesn’t contain ambrosia or nectar delights, I made that up but that is how it tastes to me. Nectar and ambrosia is the sustenance of the ancient Greek Gods. My sustenance is my lover’s love cream.

I don’t know whether is it psychological, physiological or both. Those would be the logical explanations why I so enjoy sucking on his cock. 

In my heart I know the truth…. it was meant to be when Danny was there for me in the restaurant. With us sex will always be the ultimate expression of love between us. Most importantly Danny loves me and I love him more than all the stars in the sky.

I get incredibly horny and aroused just thinking about sucking on his cock and if I prolong the blowjob long enough I will orgasm when my lover comes in my mouth.

Danny was breathing loudly when he came and his orgasm was so uninhibited and wild; it was all because of me. Danny controlled my cadence with my hair; how I wish it were longer for him. 

Danny filled my mouth with his sweet rich cum and I swallowed greedily, coveting every single drop.  His cream of ambrosia tasted richer and sweeter than I ever imagined and I had my first little orgasm without touching myself.

I can’t wait until we have intercourse because I will surprise him with the results of those kegel exercises.

I am sure Danny will be gentle the first time. If Danny’s fucking is anything like how he controls my blowjob, I am sure in time he will pound and ravish me with his big cock.

I want intercourse both ways; hard, rough and fast; slow and gentle plus everything in between. I what to explore every position including being on top; I want Danny to be in control of me in all sexual matters. He deserves that and I know I can trust my grumpy bear.

I can’t wait for Danny to tie me with a scarf and ravish me. He is a gentleman and I am a lady. Together our shared imaginations will be like rare and exotic spices and aphrodisiacs to enhance and flavor our future sex life together.

I was never like this before I met Danny except in my imagination. My fantasy men were always handsome, well endowed, well muscled bad boys with black hair and blue eyes and now……Danny is a bad boy like my fantasy men with a sensitive side and everything is magnificent, wonderful and astounding…..but then as Danny always says….”so are you Anita”...I hugged him and put my head against his chest hoping Danny would stroke my hair, because I was ready to…….  

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My orgasm was incredible but so is Anita; Anita is magnificently smart, wonderfully sweet and astoundingly sexy. When she finished Anita stood up and put her arms my waist and hugged me.

“Are you crying, Anita? What is the matter, baby?”

“I’m so happy and I just had a little orgasm.”

“That is wonderful my love. I’m delighted for you to be blessed so.” ‘There I go being mushy again,’ I was thinking, ‘the hell with it…so I’m mushy with her and everybody else can go to hell if they don’t like it.  

I really am her big grumpy bear.’

I stroked Anita’s hair and held her gently in my arms. Talk about an ego builder. Talk about a wonderful conflict of feelings. I felt ecstatic and humble at the same time. If there was ever a perfect woman for me Anita is she.

Such hidden passion and sexuality just below the surface mixed with her sweet innocence….I am so lucky to have found Anita. Talk about a blessing for Anita and I’m not talking about me…..imagine being able to orgasm like that……

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He really understands. Danny stroked my hair until I was done with my happy tears and then took my hand. We went into the bedroom where I helped him put fresh sheets on the futon that he uses for a bed.

Like the rest of the upstairs apartment the bedroom was sparsely furnished and almost Spartan. There was a dresser, a floor reading lamp on his side of the futon and an oriental carpet on the floor. Most of the rooms upstairs or down have handmade oriental wool carpets on the floor.

There are no pictures on the apartment walls, but Danny has shades and curtains on all the windows that look to be professionally chosen by an interior decorator.  

There are no knickknacks or unnecessary clutter anywhere; everywhere is simple and austere; especially the kitchen and bathroom.  

The only thing on display in the bathroom if you can call it that is a stainless steel stand holding a cup with shaving soap in it plus a shaving  brush and an old fashion silver metal safety razor.

Everything besides a bar of bath soap in a soap dish and two hanging towels are neatly put away in drawers or cabinets.

Danny’s kitchen is neat and uncluttered.

I have seen Danny’s bank statements and I know he can afford anything he wants….Danny is just not a material man.  Give Danny a cup of coffee when he politely asks for it and he is more than content.

And that is another thing about Danny, how polite he is around women. My mother is especially impressed with his manners and can’t wait to meet Danny’s mother.

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Danny and I got on the oak futon and he made me lie on my back with pillows underneath head and bottom so that I was nice and cozy.

“Now it is your turn. I want you to moan or scream or thrash or squirm..…just be your precious self, jelly bean.”

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Naturally I started kissing Anita’s generous luscious lips while I lightly stroked her plump pussy with my fingers; Anita’s was very receptive to my touch and she pushed herself into my hand. She was moaning softly with her eyes closed.

I kissed and nibbled Anita’s neck and ears as I continued to stroke her damp pussy with my fingers. Anita’s hands were caressing my face and she was running her fingers through my hair.

I worked my way slowly down to her breasts, licking and kissing while paying particular attention to Anita’s nipples, feeling her pink nipples harden in my mouth as I licked and sucked on them….marvelous.  

My fingers were back caressing her flower, her sweet delicious clitoris and I tasted my fingers once…. just a smidge…oh, the taste of a woman…my woman.

There is nothing better and soon my tongue would be lapping the sweet, musky nectar of Anita’s plump flower of womanhood.

The Irish might describe whiskey as the water of life, but my jelly beans sweet well of juice is my water of love.

I went down on her licking and sucking; probing her clitoris with my tongue. Anita’s hands were in my hair, pushing my head against her dripping pussy while silently urging me on with her soft demure moans and intakes and outtakes of her sweet breath.

Anita’s orgasm came in waves with her sweet water of love covering my face as I licked like mad and then Anita went limp.

I lay down next to her playing with her hard nipples as she lay stretched out on her back relaxing.  Anita ran her fingers through her hair and was frowning.

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“Danny, why don’t you ever talk about your family? Yet you know so much about mine. After tonight Mom and Dad are going to expect you over for dinner.  Eventually they will want to meet your parents.

What shall I tell them when they ask about your family?”

“You are my family now, jelly bean.”

I rolled on my side to face him, “I’m serious. Why won’t you talk about them with me?” I asked again touching Danny’s handsome face, “Did they do something to hurt you? Are you estranged from them? You have no pictures on the walls or any photo albums anywhere that I can see.”

“My biological mother had me out of wedlock and died during childbirth. I almost died as well when I was born premature and skinny.

I wasn’t expected to live long after birth but the good Catholic Sisters of Mount Hope Hospital did a 24 hour, two week vigil by the incubator to pray, and  to watch over me; especially Sister Mary Louise. That saintly woman was in her eighties at the time. 

Sister Mary Louise chose my name for my certificate of live birth. They had to put something down.

Sister Mary Louise named me Daniel after her earthly father. I’m sure you noticed that my middle initial is M; M for Miracle; my actual middle name is Miracle.

“Don’t tell me,” I said, kissing his lips, “Skinner for being born skinny?”

“Yes, exactly, skinny undersized and under weight. I spent the first three years of my life under the care of the good Catholic Sisters of Mount Hope Hospital and was spoiled rotten until the state stepped in and I became their ward.”

“What about your Dad?”

“I have no idea who he was. The woman who gave birth had no identification on her, nothing. I found out recently that she was a heroin addict.

“You are my miracle now,” I said, snuggling closer to hug Danny to me, and I was thinking, “Of course we are your family now.”

“That’s life and that was the hand I was dealt. Our maker breathes life and then sometimes leaves us to our own devices; it is called free will.

There is no sense crying over it or dwelling on it. I grew up in foster care  until I struck out on my own at sixteen.”

“Didn’t you have any kind of relationship with anybody in the foster families where you lived?”

“When I was eight years old I was almost adopted. The paperwork was signed but never filed, and...”

Danny’s voice started to crack, and he caught himself taking several deep breaths to gain his composure. I have never seen Danny like this before and I hugged him even tighter.

“Please tell me,” I said softly, wiping the start of a tear from the corner of my grumpy bear’s eye.

“I was with the Douglas’s on Long Island for almost a year and a half; Mark and Susan Douglas. They were wealthy people.  I had my own room with its own bathroom.  I joined the Cub Scouts. I went to a private school.

I even had my own dog a border collie adopted from the animal shelter. Her name was Patsy and she followed me everywhere and slept on my bed. Patsy was smart and gentle and loving and my best friend.

They encouraged me to call them Mom and Dad and I did. They told me that they loved me and I believed them. The social worker let it slip that my birth mother was a heroin addict when they inquired about my medial history. She wasn’t required to disclose that.

To make a long story short a baby came available for adoption and their lawyer assured them it was a done deal…..they kept Patsy for their new baby son.

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2…….

I always find the chance to touch teats and breasts of sleeping girls or women. I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction.

Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English.

Sulekha Vabi didn’t Impede Me

This incident occurred in the month of April 2010. Sulekha Vabi resides in the next building of mine. Payel, only daughter of Sulekha Vabi is the bosom friend of my daughter. She frequently visits my apartment. Though her mother, Sulekha Vabi visits occasionally my apartment but we have a cordial relation between us. Particularly I have an easy relation like adult Devar with Vabi. When I got her free against other’s eyes, I banteringly proposed her for the adultery and she always denies me with the words “oh, what a desire! My assets are very precious” including a nice smile to me. She also stares me with a deep eye-sight at my eyes and I think the eyes tell me “if you want me, be courageous and win me.”

Six months ago she has born a male child and she became very happy. Within these six months I met her rarely because she becomes very busy with her new borne baby’s care. The day of this incident was a Tuesday, the date was 27th April. I had a headache and reported sick from my office and the doctor excused my duty for 2 days. So I returned my apartment earlier. My wife was at her workplace and my children were at their own institutions. I took a nap after taking medicine. At about 1:00 pm suddenly rang my doorbell, I thought it may be some beggar. I felt no headache and fresh, so I opened the door and saw there was standing Payel.

She asked me about my daughter and other family members and I informed her that nobody is at the apartment. Then I asked her “why have you not gone to school?” She replied that their school remains closed for few days after 1st Terminal Exam. Then I asked about why she had come to my apartment. She told that she came to borrow some mustard oil for her little bro as that has been exhausted and her father already went out for the afternoon duty. So it is not possible to buy some from the shop. In the night when her father will return he will buy it then she will return the same. I was talking with Payel and after closing the door I walked in my drawing room, Payel followed me.

My devil brain thought many things in a minute. Sulekha Vabi is alone at home, Joy’s father will not return before night. So if I can keep Payel confine in my flat then I would go and try to take a chance for seducing Sulekha Vabi, this is the most valuable time for me and I can’t waste this chance. I asked Payel “what is your mom doing now?” In reply Payel told “I think she is bathing, because when I came out she told me that she will go bath and the door will remain opened for me. After bathing she will apply mustard oil on my little bro’s body, he is sleeping now.”

This information made my heartbeat faster, that means Sulekha Vabi is alone and the baby is sleeping. The door is now opened for me. So my first job is to keep arrest Payel in my flat. I made my plan within no minute. I was watching TV. I took the remote control and began to change the channels frequently. I intentionally passed CN (Cartoon Network) channel and their then aired the most attractive cartoon “Tom and Jerry”. Payel shouted seeing the scene and requested me “uncle, please return to the previous channel, I’ll watch Tom and Jerry, it is very fond of me. Our TV is now unserviceable; please uncle let me watch the cartoon.” I asked her “will not your mom find you, I think you may late if you watch that movie.”

Payel told me “no uncle, mom will not ask anything. She is now bathing, then she will feed my little bro and then she will apply the oil on his body, it will take enough time.” I told Payel “okay, my dear little lady, you can watch your favorite channel but I’ve some responsibilities about you, I think your mom will wait for you. So I’m going to provide the mustard oil to your mom and inform her that you are here at my apartment. Such you would watch the cartoon tensionless.”

Payel became very glad and told “okay uncle, you are so nice.” Suddenly she clinched me and kissed on my cheek, at that time my mind filled with joy with another thought that I could easily seduce this nice girl also. I also kissed her and warned “but be remember, don’t unlock the door except hearing my voice, okay? And don’t leave the room till I return.” She agreed with me and began to watch the cartoon. Being cautious I didn’t let her to lock the door from inside but I locked the main door from outside as she can’t go outside without me. Then I went to the next flat and lifted on the 3rd floor. I grabbed the knob of the door, my heart was pounding and my hand was trembling in excitement. I tried to twist the knob and surprising me it turned and unhooked the door.

I have no idea that what Sulekha Vabi would do after seeing me in her lonely home and from where I would start. Then I submitted the matter upon the god, what HE wants I would follow the way. I rang the doorbell and instantly heard the voice of Sulekha Vabi  “who, Payel? The door is kept open; lock that after entering the house.” Remembering God’s name I entered and closed the door and locked. Then I tiptoed towards the bedroom. There was a curtain hanged from the top of the door. I slit the curtain from the middle of the parts and peeped through it. I became freeze to see the scene inside. My heart began to pound heavier and I seemed it would go out from my chest.

Sulekha Vabi sat facing towards the door. Her upper body was completely bared, the pair of milk-full, large and round melons were mounded over her chest. The black nipples were large in size and wet and stiffed inside wide black circles. I thought, the baby just have finished the sucking of the breasts. The baby was sleeping in her lap and I saw the maxi gown was placed under the baby’s body. She was combing her hairs stretching her hands backwards. For that the voluptuous breasts swelled upwards and grew bigger and were dangling with the movement of her combing. I guessed her vital statistic was 36-30-40. It made me arouser and my penis grew hot and erected hard like an iron mast. I entered into the room and stood at the door.

She first didn’t realize that who entered into the room and she was damn sure that Payel has come. Suddenly she looked at me and told “what is the matter Payel, have you got the oil, why are you not talking? You are not …………….” She couldn’t tell anything but what she would do could not understand. Her eyes grew bigger and she began to grope for something to cover her breasts except her baby’s little pillow. She couldn’t free her maxi gown that her baby may wake up and will begin to cry then. So she held the pillow on her chest to cover her breasts. She tried to laugh and told “what is the matter Vai, You? Here? Where is Payel.” I stepped forward and closed to her and told “Don’t worry Vabi, Payel is watching cartoons.”

She again told “You, why? Shit, what a shame!” I told “here is your mustard oil” and I advanced more and snuggled her at her back and told “why are you hesitating Vabi? You know, how I carve for you. I think Mr Rahman doesn’t take care properly of your so nice figure. Please Vabi let me take this opportunity to fulfill my desire. I’m sure that you’ll also get the full satisfaction from my part. Please Vabi, please cooperate with me.” Saying these I snatched the pillow, she didn’t impede much. Then I grabbed her marvelous large bosoms standing her back. I placed my chin on her shoulder and began to rub my cheek with her soft cheek and then turned my face towards her face and planted a deep kiss on her cheek.

Sulekha Vabi  became flabbergast and couldn’t return to her consciousness before I started sucking her nice juicy lips. She tried to impede me but I didn’t care about that. Then she told “But Payel may return anytime.” I assured her “Don’t worry about Payel, she is watching cartoon and I have locked the door from outside, she could not come out without help of me. Now lay down your baby on his bed and be free.” She then smiled and acquiesced my proposal to adultery. Meanwhile I removed my shirt and became stark. She got up and laid down her baby in his little bed. I did not let her move from there and dragged her body to a little distance from her baby and hugged her tightly.

Her soft but plump breasts were smashing with my chest and I took her lips into my mouth and began to suck the juicy lips. I inserted my tongue into her mouth and she began to suck that, then she pushed her tongue into my mouth and I was sucking her tongue. I lifted my body slightly and made free her breasts and grabbing those I began to knead. I was nibbling her nice large nipples with my nails and she was shivering in ecstasy. I was so crazy to fuck her that I then untied the string of her petticoat and dragged the garment to remove from her lower part. Sulekha Vabi  lifted her waist upwards to make me easily remove the petticoat. I hooked the upper end with my toes and pushed it and removed away, she became fully nude. Then I slipped myself downwards kissing her body from chin to downwards.

When I reached at the cleavage of her breasts then I began to lick her breasts’ wall and at last I reached at the tip of one breast and took the nipple into my mouth and began to suck hard. Sweet liquid filled my mouth, yes, that was the milk which I began to drink. I sucked and sucked both the breasts till made those empty. After emptied the containers those became very soft and limp, losing their plumpness. I then squeeze the breasts hard for few minutes. Sulekha Vabi  was hugging my bum by her legs and pressing severely with her pussy, I felt the soft touch with my belly. Then I reached her naval and inserted my tongue into her deep and large naval hole and licked, she was twisting her body. I grabbed her breasts and began to squeeze.

It was the great moment when I reached at her pubic kissing and licking, the pubic surface was totally balled. Then I saw that her whole pussy was bald as she shaved her pussy neatly. The surface of the pussy puffed up for its fatty muscle, the lips were so fatty and wide that some creases were seen. In between the pussy lips another part increased and it ended at the middle of the pussy making a huge clitoris, which was black in color and it looked marvelous as within the whitish pussy the black clitoris had brought another beauty. The clitoris was stiffed its head like a hummock from the crack of the pussy. Beneath the clitoris a one and a half inch hole filled with colorless juices. I dipped my tongue into the hole and sucked all the brackish juices and drank, it’s tasty and healthy.

I then began to lick the whole pussy and titillated the clitoris and Sulekha Vabi  was shaking her waist impatiently to and fro and moaning ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah. I was kneading her breasts hard and licking her pussy. I inserted my tongue into her pussy hole and moved there, she was shouting in ecstasy. I was just fondling and kneading her breasts and nibbling her nipples. Sulekha Vabi  began to gasp and hugged my head with her legs and pulled downwards. Then she began to rub her pussy with my roughly and making some push she spurted her ejection.

Sulekha Vabi  got up and ran to the toilet. After about 10 minutes she returned and smiled looking at me. She was walking nude, it was a awesome scene for me. An adult girl with marvelous figure walks nude, this thinking is enough for arousing. Her breasts were swinging with her every step. I stared at her breasts, she covered her breasts with her palms and told “please don’t stare such, I’m feeling shame.” I laughed and told “your body is so great that no hermit can avoid looking, I again feel thirsty, please come on and feed me.” I stretched my hands and she ran towards me and fell on me.

I was sitting on the cot keeping my legs on the floor, she hugged me standing on the floor and her voluptuous breasts were smashing with my mouth. I easily got her large nipples at my mouth and I took one into my mouth and began to suck, sweet stream of milk filled my mouth and I drank the whole milk from her both milk container. The milk of the container was exhausted but I continued sucking the nipples and kneaded simultaneously. I grabbed her pussy and began to rub; Sulekha Vabi  stood parting her legs that I get ample space to rub her pussy. I was rubbing her clitoris and I felt that pre-cum was dribbling along her groin. My fingers drenched with her sticky pre-cum, I licked my fingers.

Meanwhile my penis erected hard and stiffed upward making a huge tent with my lungi. It couldn’t be hidden anyway and Sulekha Vabi  noticed my stiffed penis and grabbed my penis tightly. Guessing my penis’s size she shocked with surprise and told “what is this Moni Vai? Is this your tool or a piece of bamboo?” I laughed and told “Vabi, I think you’ll love it and when you’ll take it inside your body I damn sure you would be satisfied as you didn’t preciously.” Sulekha Vabi  then also laughed and told “okay, I’ll see that, now remove your lungi and let me see the nice thing.” She herself unknotted my lungi and brought out the penis.

My penis was then roaring like a lion, pre-cum was oozing from the tip. Then Sulekha Vabi  knelt down between my legs and took my penis into the cleavage of her breasts and pressed my penis with her gigantic soft large breasts. She was moving her body ups and downs and descending her head took the penis head into her mouth and began to suck as well as rubbing with her breasts. It was giving me immense pleasure and I was enjoying that leaning backwards. After few minutes she got up and stood on my legs keeping her legs my both side, facing opposite me. Then she pointed my penis at her pussy hole orifice and released her body weight. My penis inserted inch by inch automatically for her body weight and she was shouting “aaah aaah uuuuh uhh aah it’s hurting, oh mom what long this thing is, wwwwaaaahhh I may die, oh no, how fat and long the bloody penis, it’s tearing my pussy ooooh ooooh ooooh.”

I hugged Sulekha Vabi  from her behind and pressed down to shove my entire length into her pussy hole. At last my penis inserted into her pussy till its base. Then she began to move ups and downs and my penis was running through her pussy in and out. Her large breasts were dancing with her movements and tumbling on my hands. I then grabbed those and began to squeeze. She kept her head on my shoulder and turned her face to me and I got her lips into my mouth and began to suck her nice juicy lips. I entered my tongue into her mouth and she sucked my tongue nicely, I also sucked her tongue and drank her sweet saliva. After fucking such way for few minutes she veered and faced to me and again sat on my lap taking my penis inside her pussy.

This time I slipped backwards and rose up my body totally on the bed and lain on my back. She also got up on the bed and sat on her feet squatted. Her bum remains about 3 inches up from my penis’s base. At that pose I drove my waist upwards with a great speed and she just kept hold her bums at a static distance. Her breasts was swaying down and I grabbed those and knead. Then I detached from her and laid her on the bed keeping her waist at the edge of the margin and took her legs on my arms parted wide like an “M” shape. Then I thrust my penis into her tight pussy and began to fuck with a stormy speed. Vigorous thap thap thap thap sounds were produced for the friction between my thighs with her bum.

After fucking about 5 minutes I then rolled her body upside down and her bum came up. I couldn’t see her pussy inside the buttocks that those were muscular and hid the pussy. I then parted the buttocks with my hands and then could see her red pussy hole. I also noticed that one inch over the asshole was very nice to look and that was slightly dark in color. I decided to taste her asshole later once. Then I shoved my penis into her pussy hole but for her huge buttock my penis didn’t insert its total length. Then I lifted her legs and parting both sides kept on the bed. Then her pussy came out from the confinement of her bum. Then I began to fuck her with my full strength.

Sulekha Vabi  was continually moaning ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah. After fucking about 5 minutes more she again turned her body and lain on her back. I again started fucking at that pose. She grabbed my hip with her legs and locked. Within 2 minutes she began to moan louder and longer eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She grabbed my waist with her legs so tightly that I couldn’t run my penis, she pressed me with her pussy seriously tight and then I felt some spasms inside her pussy with my penis and she spurted her orgasm. I asked her about my ejection place and she told me to eject inside her pussy because she was taking birth control pills regularly after the birth of the baby. I drove my penis for more two minutes and ejected inside her pussy.

Then I returned my apartment and sent Payel to her home. After this I frequently fucked Vabi when her husband was at afternoon duty. Please mail me if you have any comments or suggestion for me. I’m able to fuck any lady minimum thrice in a night. Any aged girls/women living in Dhaka feel lonely can mail me at jayjaydin2035@gmail.com.

“Hey Rie!” Sonia said and I said hi back to her. Rin then gave Sonia a kiss on her lips, and they sat together on the sofa with me. Rin kissed her girlfriend on her neck and Sonia yelped a little. “Rie doesn’t mind” Rin said so Sonia answered “I guess it’s okay…”

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I was sitting to the right of Rin and Sonia was sitting to her left. Rin began to kiss her neck and it looked like Sonia enjoyed it. Sonia laid on the big sofa slowly as Rin kissed her neck, so Rin took the opportunity to get on top of her. Rin laid on top of her girl and kissed her lips really deep, pushing her tongue inside her mouth. I was kind of embarrassed so I stood up and sat on the sofa that was in the front.

Sonia sucked Rin’s tongue and was really getting into it, then a bit after, Rin broke the kiss and looked at her eyes. “Want to do it in front of her…?” Rin asked and Sonia simply nodded. I blushed at the thought, but Rin continued to kiss and push her tongue into Sonia’s mouth. Sonia then pushed Rin back, making her lay down on the sofa. Rin’s legs were spread, so Sonia got between them, kissing Rin’s lips.

Almost instinctively, Rin’s hands went to Sonia’s big ass, massing it slowly in circles. Sonia was blushing but didn’t stop kissing Rin very deeply. They both were making small moaning noises while they kissed deeper. Sonia’s hand moved to Rin’s right breast and began to massage it with her palm. Rin moaned a bit and moved her hands to undo Sonia’s pants. Sonia then began to push Rin’s blouse up. Sonia sat on Rin’s hips for a moment to undress her, taking her blouse off then slowly taking her bra off to expose her nice breasts.

Rin didn’t want to stay behind so she ordered Sonia to take her pants and panties off. Sonia did as instructed, standing a bit to take both her pants and panties off as I watched, biting my lip. Sonia then sat again on Rin’s hips to cup her breasts, massaging them. Rin closed her eyes and Sonia leaned down to lick Rin’s boobs. Rin again put her hands on Sonia’s round rear. “I love your big ass, baby” she told her. Sonia blushed but kept sucking on Rin’s breasts harder.

Rin then began to squeeze Sonia’s butt cheeks harder, giving one a slap. “Rin!” Sonia screamed at her. It just made Rin giggle and she began to massage her ass. “Sonia… sit up a bit.” Sonia did as Rin instructed her and sat on the sofa. Rin stood up and began to remove her skirt and then her panties. She then removed the rest of Sonia’s clothes, leaving them both completely naked. Rin gave her a kiss then leaned to lick Sonia’s breasts. Her nipples were a similar color as mine, a very light brown.

She licked a bit more before they both hugged together, moving their chest to rub their tits together. As they rubbed together and moaned, I peeked a bit at Sonia’s pussy. She wasn’t shaved, but she only had a bit of hair, unlike Esque or Mara. They hugged tighter, rubbing their ‘oranges’ together, hitting their nipples against each other. They kissed as they kept rubbing harder against each other.

“Let’s make love, baby” Rin said and Sonia smiled. Rin laid on the sofa again and told Sonia to get on top of her. Sonia put her legs on the sides of Rin’s head, placing her pussy just on top of her head, then she laid down on Rin, kissing Rin’s clit once. Rin rubbed Sonia’s big thighs while Sonia said “Let me suck your pussy…”. Sonia then moved her head down and sucked Rin’s pussy lips. Rin gave out a moan and placed her hands on Sonia’s ass, bringing her mouth up to suck at her clit.

Sonia held Rin’s thighs up with her hands while she focused on sucking her pussy lips, over and over. Rin moaned louder and moved her head up more for a few minutes to lick at Sonia’s ass hole while spreading her ass. “Oh Rin!” Sonia screamed while Rin licked her ass more. Sonia immediately moved her mouth to suck Rin’s clit so hard. Rin let out a screaming moan and began to suck Sonia’s clit too. Both of them moaned much louder and they began to press their hips against each other’s faces.

Rin squeezed Sonia’s ass harder, saying “Such… a big ass… mmm…” while giggling. She obviously liked teasing Sonia, making her blush. They kept sucking their clits harder, each one reaching closer to their climax. Once their moans got really loud, almost at the same time they screamed “Coming!!” and both of them squirted against each other, drinking up their juices.

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They panted for a couple of seconds, and then Rin said “I love you my angel…”. Sonia smiled and rested against Rin. “I love you too” she said. I slowly stood up, really horny. “Girls… maybe you should spend a bit of time alone.” Rin smiled and asked if I was leaving. “Yes… I need to head home” I said, which made them both giggle. I left them resting against each other, I took my sweater and exited Rin’s house.

I walked towards my house, but then I saw a candy store. I thought it had been a while since I had any sweets and it would be nice to take the hotness I just witnessed. I entered the store and got a few candies, and then I brought them to the counter. I gave the money to the clerk and I got my candies in a bag. But… I didn’t move from there.

I was looking at a clerk, since he gave me such a familiar feeling. He had slightly dark skin, similar to Mara, brown eyes that almost looked like yellow and a very light brown short hair. He looked a bit fit too and was taller than Rin. Maybe about 5 centimeters taller? His eyes also looked a bit European. He started to wonder why I was looking at him… so I asked him “Where are you from?”.

He thought for a bit and then answered “New Zealand”. My eyes lightened up and with my surprise, I said to him “Me too!”. “Really?” he asked with a smile and I answered “Well… I was born here, but I’m half New Zealander!”. He then told me “That’s why you have those freckles” and he laughed a bit. I smiled and asked him what is name was. “Tai” he said. “My name is Rie!” I told him.

We talked a bit of where we both lived and those things. I also learned he was 17 years old. The time passed without us noticing as he tended the store and talked to me. We could hear the church’s bell marking the beginning of the night. I told him it was already so late and I had to get back, to which he told me that he was about to close up too. “I’ll accompany you to your house” he told me.

“Okay!” I agreed and waited for him to close shop. We walked together to my house until we arrived. I knocked the door a few times but no one answered. “They must be out” I said… then I remembered I brought the key with me. As I opened the door, Rin and Sonia came to my mind. I remembered all the things they had done. I got horny really fast and I looked back at Tai. “Want to stay a bit until my parents arrive…?” I asked him. “Sure” he simply said. We entered the house and sat on the sofa.

I turned the TV on to a movie, though I was too horny to pay attention to it. I stood up from the sofa without saying a word, and removed my sweater. Tai spread his eyes and blushed when he saw my breasts pressing out against my blouse. That’s when I noticed he was a bit shy too. I smiled a bit and noticed a bulge in his pants. I leaned a bit against him and whispered on his ear “Want to have sex with me?”. He blushed more, and after a few seconds, he nodded.

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I told him to undress first, and after looking around a bit, he began to take his clothes off on the sofa. He first removed his shirt, revealing his semi-strong physic. Then after thinking it a bit, he removed his pants and underwear at once, pushing it to the floor. His cock looked just a bit bigger than average, and he had a bit of pubic hair. I smiled and took my blouse off, revealing my bra that covered my boobs nicely. Then I removed my skirt, waiting a bit before removing my panties too.  Tai looked at every inch of my body as I stepped closer to him, kneeling over him and sitting on his thighs, his cock just in front of my tummy.

Then I removed my bra slowly, dropping it on the floor. “They’re so huge…” Tai said just before he rubbed his face between them. He moved his hands to my tits, rubbing the side of them with his palms. He then moved his mouth and began to suck my round nipples in his mouth, sucking each one of them hard for a few seconds before moving to the other.

As he kept sucking hard, I began to moan and get very wet. I started to rub my clit against his shaft so he felt how wet I was. He squeezed my ass and pulled me so he sucked more of my tits. Then after a bit, he stopped and asked me “Already wet?”. “Really wet enough now…” I told him as I got off him and laid down on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. He stood up and I slowly spread my legs, holding them open with my hands.

He kneeled in front of me, the table small enough so his cock rubbed against my clit. He pressed my clit with the tip of his cock a little before starting to prod my pussy. I had tried taking my own virginity off, so I was already quite spread, though I’m not sure if I was open enough. He rubbed my thighs and began to push his cock slowly into me. “Nnn…” he complained a bit. My pussy didn’t bleed, but it sure hurt still. He kept pushing it in slowly as I bit my lip hard.

He kept going until he was all the way inside, resting it there. “It’s finally inside” he said. “Fuck me…” I said slowly to make him move. He began moving his hips really slowly at first, putting his hands on my hips. His cock began sliding in and out of me very slowly, making me moan. I didn’t think my first time with a guy would feel so good. He watched his cock go all the way into me completely before pulling it back out slowly. I held the blankets on my sides as I moaned louder.

His pace got quicker in a bit, moving his hips a bit faster to fuck my pussy. I slowly wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his rod really deep into me. My hips began to move up a bit from the thrusts, my moans being louder each second. Again he increased his speed, thrusting his cock faster, picking a more average speed. I began to stick my chest out in pleasure, closing my eyes shut and moaning more.

My pussy spreads wider and now he thrusts all the way into me over and over again fast. My legs spread out as he tightens his grip on my waist, fucking me faster and even harder. My boobs begin to bounce up and down a lot and he says “So huge…” and he squeezes them hard, making them stop bouncing. I moan really loud constantly while he fucks my pussy really fast and squeezes my tits with his hands.

“Oh Rie…” he moans a bit. I could barely hear him between my moans, feeling him keep thrusting fast into me and holding my tits together. “Yes… yes!” I kept repeating while he continued fucking me. I heard another moan from him then I suddenly felt him thrust deeply into me once, and then he began to unload all his sperm into my womb. I opened my eyes wide as I wasn’t expecting it, but let out a long moan, grasping the sides of the table tightly.

He panted for a bit, taking his cock out which still looked hard. “Turn around” he told me and I obeyed. I got on all fours and looked back wondering what he was planning. His sperm was not even leaking out yet when he stood up and I felt him thrust into my pussy again hard. I let out a big moan and press my hips back to him. He put his hands on my ass and began to ram his cock into me at average speed again. “You have a nice big ass too” he told me.

I blushed, though I knew Mara’s and Sonia’s asses were very bigger than mine. He rubbed my ass a bit, sliding his cock in and out of my soaking pussy a lot. “Ahh… oh so nice… mmm!” I said as he fucked me more. He moved his hands from my butt to my back, slowly moving them around to squeeze on my tits again. “You know I love these ones…” he told me.

He squeezed them harder and began to pull them back as he thrusts his cock as deep as he could and faster. I couldn’t stop moaning, really loud and hotly. He leaned a bit so he could hold my boobs better, squeezing and massaging them around a lot. I felt all of his cock inside me, fucking me so good. “Nnn! Yes Tai! Fuck me!” I screamed and I felt all his actions so much harder.

His waist slapped against my ass a lot, his balls against my clit, thrusting more. “Coming inside you…” he said, almost as soon as I felt my climax too. I gave out a loud scream and felt my pussy clench in excitement, coming so nicely. Almost immediately, I felt him shoot so much of his seed into me, filling my pussy up even more. He kept his cock inside for a while, and then he moved his hands to my waist before he took it out. Most of him sperm leaked out of my pussy and onto the table. I still moaned as I felt so good.

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Soon after, we got dressed and he finally left to his house. My family didn’t come back until much later, which gave me time to clean everything. It all felt really good. More days have passed since that day, and I even noticed Rin grow closer to Sonia, ever so loving. In the coming weeks Tai would get close to the rest of the girls… And an interesting thing would happen after Rin’s brother, Eiburu, would do the same as his girlfriend Mara and join into the fun. Finally there was a circle in all this.

The professor introduced them to us. They were both from Mexico, but they were not related. The first girl was named Alma Sonia. She was a year older than us, so apparently she had lost a year. She had almost pitch-black brown hair, very similar to Rin’s hair. She also had Mara’s body, without the muscles. As a matter of fact, from what I could see, she had Rin’s breast size, and Mara’s butt size. Her eyes were brown like all of us, but mine had always been much darker. Her skin was also very clear and her eyes even looked like ours. And from what I could tell, her height was between Mara’s and Rin’s height.

The second girl’s name… was Esquela. I felt a chill down my back when our professor mentioned her name. From what I have learned of Spanish, Esquela is the writing on tombs. Physically, Esquela was a bit thinner than Sonia, about my body size. She had light brown hair, long below the shoulders like all of us. Her eyes were a light brown and her breasts were more or less Mai’s size. A bigger D cup; her butt resembled mine and Mai’s, bigger than average. Her skin was also darker too. It was darker than Mara’s skin, like simple brown. Her eyes also looked more western than Sonia’s eastern eyes and she was as tall as Rin.

The professor told Sonia to sit next to Rin and Mai, while Esquela would sit next to me. They did as instructed and Esquela sat beside me. “Hi” I said to her. She faced me and told me hello before starting at my chest. She opened her eyes a bit before I put my arms over them. “Sorry… They’re…” She told me and I said “It’s okay…” with a slightly sad voice. “Okay… You can call me Esque!” she said happily. “And you can call me Rie” I answered.

Her Japanese as a whole was very good… and the pronunciation was perfect, though I expected that since Spanish and Japanese have almost identical pronunciation. “You’re really cute” she said “And I don’t say it just because of your… yes.” It usually bothered me when people put so much attention to that… but I answered “Thank you… You’re beautiful.” And I smiled back. “I hope we become good friends” I told her and she nodded to me.

I had always wanted to meet a Mexican. Rin is half Mexican and had told me various things from the years she spent over there. Then I started learning Spanish and was interested in talking to one more directly. Not to say Aztec dressing is nice. We started listening to the professor and writing before the bell rang.

Once outside, we presented Esque and Sonia to all of us and our first act together was to eat lunch. We showed them all the buildings from our huge school and all kinds of places. I noticed something though… Rin and Sonia wouldn’t stop looking at each other. It was obvious… they liked each other. The school day advanced normally until it was time to go home.

Mara drove home as always, while me, Mai, Rin, Esque and Sonia stayed together. Three of us were standing up, talking while Rin and Sonia were on a bench, talking to each other. All three of us noticed those two liked each other, that’s why we were watching them from afar. We then noticed how they started to get closer. Rin was practically whispering things on Sonia’s ear now. It was really nice watching them both.

“We should leave them alone!” Mai said. I and Esque agreed… we knew things would get more personal soon. We walked away and started to walk towards Mai’s house. As we walked, we were talking of Rin and Sonia… but then I asked “Esque, do you like girls?”. She laughed and answered “I guess I do”. Mai giggled and I said “Yay!” to not let the conversation get serious. We kept joking and talking until we arrived on Mai’s house. She knocked but no one was home, so she took a key out from behind the flower pot and opened the house. “Hey girls… Let’s spend some time together” I told them and smiled.

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Mai got the hint and told me “Of course!” with a big smile. Esque didn’t get it though, but she still agreed. We walked in and into Mai’s room. Mai locked the door behind us and I sat on the bed. “My first day of school has been really nice!” Esque told us while she looked around the room. Esque was just between us, checking the room out when Mai stopped her and pressed her lips together. I could barely see, but it seemed like quite a hot kiss.

“Now…?” is the only thing Esque said, and then I quickly moved my hands to undo her skirt and push it down along with her panties. “Yes right now…” I had gotten quite bold these days, so I didn’t waste any time and went directly to remove her clothes. On the other side, Mai was still kissing her hotly, putting her hands on Esque’s cheeks. I removed Esque’s blouse and her bra quickly, leaving her completely naked. Then I quickly started to undress too, taking all my clothes off.

Mai brought her hands to Esque’s boobs, massaging them softly. “Her boobs are just like yours, Mai” I said and giggled. They both blushed but kept kissing hard. I leaned a bit to bite at her lightly brown skin, tasting her semi-big ass cheek with my teeth. I pulled Esque’s waist and made her sit on my lap. My tits pressed against her back while I hugged her hips. Mai began to take each piece of her uniform off, one by one, slowly.

I spread Esque’s thighs with my own, moving my hand down to her hairy pussy to rub it a bit. “You’re really wet, Esque” She moaned and nodded a little. Mai gave her one more kiss before putting her boobs in front of Esque’s face. She began to lick and suck on Mai’s pink nipples, making Mai begin to moan. My hand kept rubbing Esque’s pussy while she put her hands around Mai’s tits, squeezing and sucking them.

Esque was moaning while she sucked Mai’s tits, harder each second.  She then started to move a hand down Mai’s tummy, all the way down to her hairless pussy. She began to rub it slowly while she focused on her tits. I hugged Esque tighter to me to play harder with her pussy lips, rubbing them up and down. “Are you virgin, honey?” I asked her and she replied with a “Yes”.  Mai was moaning a lot when I told Esque to stand up. I enjoyed feeling her ass on my thighs but I had another plan for her.

I told her to face me and she did, so I immediately began to suck her breasts, as she was about Rin’s height. “They really are like yours, Mai” I said and I noticed Mai blushed a little. I sucked Esque’s brown nipples, taking my time to enjoy them. Mai kneeled behind her while Esque moaned, and kissed her ass cheek once.  I squeezed both of her boobs once and kneeled in front of Esque, spreading her legs. “Let’s taste her, my love” I said and Esque blushed, while Mai nodded to me.

I spread Esque’s dark pussy lips with my tongue and then licked once up her slit. Mai bit Esque’s butt cheek hard, which made her yelp a bit. Then she licked between them just a little, without spreading them. Esque was blushing and sighing, so I took her clit hood in my mouth and began to suck it. Mai on the other hand, squeezed Esque’s ass and spread it, licking a bit between her cheeks.

After hearing more of her moans, I began to lick her pussy a few times then resumed to suck on her clit. Mai spread her cheeks wider and licked her ass hole up and down. Esque moaned even louder held mine and Mai’s head, pulling them against her pussy and ass. “Good… oh… ahh…” Esque kept moaning and pressing us. “Mmm…” Mai repeated at times as she licked Esque’s ass hole, pushing her tongue in slowly.

Esque’s ass squeezed Mai’s face, making me want to suck harder, moving my hands up to cup her big tits, sucking harder and harder. Mai moaned a bit, pushing her tongue and licking deeply, even started to suck. “I’m about to… girls…!” Esque said which made us lick and suck even harder.

Esque suddenly came, screaming and coming in my mouth. Mai kept her tongue pushed in, while I sucked really hard and squeezed her tits. Esque soon stopped coming and Mai pulled her tongue out. I laid Esque on the bed, and then Mai and I hugged her.

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A pair of hours later we got dressed and came out of Mai’s house. As soon as we got out of her house, Mai said “Hey… can we go to Rin’s house? I need to give her books back”. “Can you Esque?” I asked and she replied with a yes. We set out to Rin’s house, talking along the way, thinking of the moment we had just been through.

We barely were arriving when we saw Rin and Sonia in front of her house. They didn’t notice us, and we couldn’t hear them very well either. “Wait… Wait.” I told them so we could see them. They talked for a bit more, and Rin turned around to go back into her house, but… As soon as she turned around, Sonia turned her around again and gave her a deep kiss on her lips.

Rin was clearly shocked, but after Sonia broke the kiss, both of them hugged tight. Rin… finally looked happy. She finally smiled after so much time. Maybe… Sonia was the girl Rin was waiting for. They kept hugging tightly, so we decided to come back another time, to not spoil their romantic moment.

As weeks passed, Rin and Sonia kept getting closer and closer. Then one day… Rin came to Mai and me, happy and almost screaming to us that Sonia had asked her to be her girlfriend. We were all so happy to finally see Rin smile. She was in love again. She also told us that they haven’t had sex yet… That they groped a bit but never actually gone that far.

A week later though… Things would turn different. I would be witness to Rin and Sonia’s first time and I would meet a guy that would slowly get close to us all, starting by me. Things got even more interesting.

We bought a soda and sat on the bench. She asked me how it went with the exam and I told her that just fine. Mara is a year older than all three of us, she is 16. I also asked her if it went alright with hers. She told me that it would go just perfect… I believed her because I knew she was really smart. I stayed silent for a bit, looking at the sky and she noticed.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “I’m okay… I’m worried about the results.” “You will do just fine” she told me. I smiled and felt a bit relieved, then I faced her. It was then when I finally realized why Eiburu had fallen in love with her. She was rough and tomboyish sometimes… but she was really special inside. Not only that… but I realized how beautiful she was. Her deep brown eyes, slightly pink lips that had a smile across her face and her barely dark, lightly brown skin.

I blushed when I stared at her brown eyes, and she smiled. “You don’t have to be shy” and she laughed. Although Mara was just a year older, it felt like she was an adult already… she always gave off an adult-like aura. “Okay” I replied and smiled… but then I looked to the ground again. I faced her moments later and asked “Why do you like photography?”.

She put a confused face for a bit then looked up to the sky. “When I was younger I picked up an old camera.” She paused a bit… “I was looking at the flash when I took a picture by accident. It made me react with surprise.” Then she laughed a little bit. “The picture came out and I was with such a scared face”. I giggled a bit with her.

“I kept that camera and photographed many things. Then I got a new camera… and things looked much better.” She looked down with a smile. “And it became a passion to you.” I told her… and she simply answered with a nod.

I looked at her while she was looking down. Mara had always been of a big frame and a bit chubby. But her big frame was because she was strong mostly. She… her breasts were also smaller than Rin’s, but just by a bit. They both were still C-cup. But Mara had a really big butt… big and round. Her thighs were also big, bigger than Rin’s. Her ass was definitely her best physical part.

I quickly shook my head to get that off my head and looked away so she didn’t notice me looking at her. I was looking down before I felt an arm hug me from behind; it was Mara who was sitting beside me. She hugged me against her chest… I was so surprised I didn’t say anything. “I know you’re insecure, little Rie… But things always come out for the better in the end” she told me… I pressed my cheek against her chest and simply answered “Okay”.

She let go of me and waved at Rin and Mai that were walking towards us. “Hey girls” they said both when they arrived. “We were talking of cameras” Mara giggled. Rin then told me “Rie, I’m going to borrow Mai for a while… we need to get some copies for studies”. I could clearly see how it annoyed her so I said yes. “I’ll be back!” Mai said and walked away with Rin.

I watched them walk away, with Rin counting the sheets she had on her hands. I looked at Mara’s hair a bit… I’ve always liked her hair. Unlike my deep black hair, hers was a bronze brown. It was darker than Mai’s honey brown hair, but lighter than Rin’s heavily dark brown… Rin’s hair looked black anyway, but on the light you could see the brown color.

Mara turned around and told me “So, we got time to ourselves!” with a big smile. I smiled back and asked what we were going to do. She smiled a bit and told me “I have an idea... What time is it?” I took out my phone and looked. “It’s almost 3… afternoon.” “Perfect… Everyone should be gone by now.” I felt a quick chill down my spine when she said that. “And I have to tell you some things” she also said. “Okay…” I answered.

Mara told me to follow her so we got up from the bench together and she led the way. She opened a door and walked us in. It was the tools storage “room”. It’s not actually a room because it has no roof. It’s located in the yard, and the only way to access it is through a door, but it’s technically still out in the open since it has no roof. It also has stairs leading up to a locked and long-unused door.

I wondered if she wanted to talk in privacy, though everything could be easily heard on the other side since the only thing separating us from the yard was a wall with no roof. She closed the door and locked it once she entered too. “Rin told you about us right?” she asked me. “Us? I don’t think so.” I answered with a confused face. “Oh that girl didn’t tell you.” She giggled and then told me “We’ve had sex together for a while. Once with Mai, even”. I opened my eyes wide “What?!”. I was surprised this was the first time I heard about it. “Rin had told Mai she would tell you, so don’t blame your girlfriend”. That calmed down a bit… but I was still shocked.

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“Don’t worry… I will scold Rin later yeah?” she told me and I agreed. “Okay… its fine” I told her. I didn’t let it get to me anymore and focused on what was happening now. “The other thing…” she said before leaning down to kiss my lips. She was a bite taller than me, but shorter than Rin. 170cm (5’7’’) was her total height, I believe. She broke the kiss soon to look at my reaction. I was blushing already as always.

She smiled and leaned again to press her lips against mine. I instinctively pushed my tongue between her lips, and she began to suck it with passion. Her hands slipped behind me and hugged me, kissing me and sucking my tongue so good like I had never felt before. I moaned a bit from the kiss, and she began to move her hands down my back.

“We can’t… here…” I told her between the kiss. “Everyone is leaving home already… Shh…” I didn’t say anything against it and she proceeded to move her hands towards my ass, cupping it and squeezing it in her hands. I moaned and took my tongue out of her mouth to sigh. She started to kiss my neck as her hands slowly played with my ass, unclipping my skirt and pushing it down to the floor. I still realized I was pretty much out on the open so I got a bit tense.

“Don’t worry…” She said to me as I stepped out of my skirt. Then she started to pull my panties down to the floor, so I stepped out of them too. Quickly she began to grope and squeeze my ass again “You have a nice ass, babe”… I kept blushing, resting my head against her chest. I felt her fingers go a bit between my ass cheeks, squeezing them both with her hands. After squeezing my bum for a while, her hands started to unbutton my shirt, and then she took it off.  She licked her lips and undid my bra, dropping it all down to the floor. “They really are so huge…” she told me and leaned again to lick my whole right breast.

“Fuck, so big…” she said again and took both of my tits on her hands, massaging them and sucking my nipples one at a time. I moaned and hugged her head slightly “E-Enjoy them… nnn…” I said with a sigh. She nodded and squeezed my boobs together, sucking both of my nipples at the same time. I couldn’t stop moaning, sighing loudly each time she sucked. Her hands kept pressing them together over and over as she had my nipples inside her mouth.

I was so horny already, dripping between my legs. She looked down to see my dripping legs as she kept massaging my boobs. “Undress me babe” she ordered me as she moved her hand down my belly to cup my pussy. I blushed again and started to unbutton her shirt. Her fingers began to stroke my pussy lips, rubbing them slowly as I removed her shirt and moved my hands back to unclasp her bra.

Her hand moved faster on my pussy, rubbing it fast, pressing her palm against my clit. I removed her bra too and exposed her apple-sized breasts. I put my hands on them and started to massage them, squeezing her lightly brown nipples between my nipples. They were darker than mine, but still not entirely brown. I kept rubbing them in circles before Mara began to rub my pussy faster and harder, making me moan much louder.

My hands moved down to unclasp her skirt and I pulled it down along with her panties. Now the only thing we had on was our shoes. She moved her hand harder on my pussy, hugging me with her other hand. “Rub those melons against my tits…” she told me and I answered “Why does everyone call them like that?! Ah…” so she said “It does have a reason”. She giggled and I moved my hands behind her to squeeze her really big ass. “Babe…” was the only thing Mara said before I began to squeeze her big cheeks in my hands, moving them in circles.

It wasn’t long before Mara’s rubbing began to trigger my climax. I squeezed her buttocks tightly before screaming her name out and came really hard, soaking her hand with my juices. I heard a slight moan from her while she drew her hand to her mouth to lick my juices off. I was panting heavily and she told me “Now you’re going to make me feel good, babe”. I nodded slightly with my head.

She got on all fours on the stairs, her hands on the fifth stair and her knees on the third one. “Suck me” she ordered and I kneeled behind her, leaning a bit to kiss her butt cheek. “Yes babe…” she told me when I bitted her cheek a bit hard. I licked and sucked her butt cheek softly for a bit before I moved my mouth to lick her pussy once, tasting it. Unlike us, her pussy wasn’t shaved and was still hairy.

I bit my lip once before I put my hands on her ass cheeks to spread them, and then I placed my lips on her pussy, starting to lick up and down her slit. I remembered Rin said that Mara was the only one of us who wasn’t virgin anymore. So I didn’t hold back and pushed my tongue deep into her folds. “Oh babe… Yes…!” I licked up and down inside her pussy, stroking her insides with my tongue.

I squeezed and massaged her ass cheeks in circles while my tongue was buried into her pussy, licking all around inside her. “Mmm! Mmm!” Mara kept repeating while I sucked and licked inside her pussy. Her moans got louder after I pulled my tongue out to suck her clit really hard. I pulled her hood back with my tongue, licking and sucking her clitoris directly. “Liking this, Mara?” I asked her and she simply answered, almost yelling “Yes babe!”.

I gave her clit a kiss then spread her ass wider, and then I began to lick her asshole. She moaned again while my tongue moved in circles against her ass. “Fuck…! Mmm!” she screamed while I pressed her big ass cheeks against my face, licking her butthole harder. She moved her hips back, so I pressed my tongue into her ass, licking a bit inside. “Almost…! Keep licking my ass!” I did as instructed and pushed my tongue in more, sucking and licking her ass, rubbing her cheeks more.

“Yes!!” Mara screamed and came, pressing her ass against my face and spraying her juices on my tits. I kept my tongue pressed against her ass until she finished coming, then I kissed her ass cheek once. She moved her hand back and stroked my black hair “You did very well”. We both stood up to get our clothes on again since it was getting late and the girls were probably waiting for us already.

+

A pair of days later, Mara and I scolded Rin for not telling me anything. She apologized but said we had a four-thing going on now. She was right… And we spend more times together during the vacations. Once we came back from vacations though, things would get different. Some of us would start getting into our personal affairs while still keeping our 4-thing going.

I kept jumping and screaming to their metal songs until the concert ended. I bought a juice and waited for them outside on the street. A few minutes later the whole band came out, and I walked over to them. “You guys are always amazing!” I told them with a big smile. It always feels good to have a compliment after all, and Rin answered to me “You never miss any of our concerts do you?” and we all laughed. We started to walk to the truck, and I was holding Mai’s hand.

While we were heading home, I was thinking of how I barely talk with Eiburu, despite sometimes replacing him on guitar. But I knew Mara more closely. She had taken various pictures of me, since she has photography as a passion. Rin and Mai… well, I think that is more obvious.

Rin was the one driving as she started to drop off everyone one by one. Once she dropped her brother, she said he would come back after dropping me.  But once we arrived in my house, I was about to open the door when she told me to wait. I moved my head to ask her why, but she pulled my head right away to give me a deep kiss. I blushed right away. “Tonight I’m going to fuck you” she told me. I opened my eyes wide but didn’t say no.

I didn’t say a word and just got off the truck, she then followed me when I opened the door and got into the house. My sister was on the sofa watching a movie and said hi to Rin. Rin naturally waved back and started to walk towards my room. I was still blushing and my chest was beating hard, but I told my sister that Rin would be staying a bit. She just nodded and I walked towards my room, telling my parents the same thing. They said it was okay and I walked into my room, closing and locking the door behind me.

+

As soon as I did, Rin took off my blouse and dropped it on the ground, then pushed me down on the bed. I was completely nervous, but she got on top of me and started to kiss me right away. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and started to lick inside. I didn’t resist much… and gave in, closing my eyes and wrapping my tongue around hers. She broke the kiss for a second to take her blouse off, and then pressed her bra against mine to keep the kiss going. Her tongue wouldn’t stop playing with mine.

As the kiss got hotter, she pushed her skirt off, and then quickly pushed my pants off with a hand, sucking my tongue with force. I moaned since her sucking and kissing was so hot, and I started to get really wet.

She noticed how I started to moan, so she stopped and sat on my hips. “Rin… what are you—“ I said before she silenced me “Shh… Just enjoy.” She moved her hands to my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it off right away. “Wow… Whoever says C cups are big are idiots… THESE are big” she told me and immediately put her hands on them, pressing them down. “Don’t say that…” I told her and she answered “They’re really clueless… these are huge”. She then leaned down to lick at my very light brown nipples, giving each one a lick. “So big…” she said again then started to suck my nipple. I blushed at her teases, but started to moan and sigh. Just like Mai, I was sensitive on my breasts, and she realized that… So she started to squeeze them and suck them hard.

“Oh Rin…! Ah…!” I kept moaning with my hands spread on the bed, pushing my chest up. “Gosh… so much to suck….” She giggled and opened her mouth more to suck more of my breasts. “I’m shy about them…!” I screamed a bit but started to moan again. I made sure to keep all my noises in a low tone so my family didn’t hear, but I could barely hold it in.

She sat again and took her bra off. “I sucked your big melons, so now suck these oranges” she told me and giggled again. I sat while she was on my thighs and started to suck her slightly pink nipples. “Mmm… Yes baby…” she said and hugged my head with an arm. I closed my eyes and sucked her nipples harder, while she moved her other hand to squeeze my boob a bit “I love these huge things…”.

She moaned and played with my tit while I sucked her hard, moaning a bit against her breast.  “Rie lay back” And I did as she instructed. She took my panties off when I did and took her own off too. She giggled again and told me “So nice that all of us three are shaved”. Then she spread my legs and lifted them up high. “Let’s enjoy it” she said and pressed her pussy against mine.

Our pussy lips pressed together and she began to move her hips up and down, making me sigh and moan. She quickly started to moan too, holding my legs up and open by my ankles. She didn’t have much trouble… unlike my 158cm (5’2’’), she was 175cm (5’9’’) and had no trouble to reach me. Her hips were pressed against my ass while she focused on rubbing our pussies together, moaning more each second.

She then let go of my ankles and leaned a bit to rest her hands on my tits. I could really see how she enjoyed them, rubbing my boobs in circles and her pussy up and down. “Yes… yes…!” we both repeated, before she leaned a bit more to kiss my lips. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it hard, while rubbing my tits and squeezing them… rubbing her pussy harder against mine.

I hugged her tightly, feeling as my climax was closer. “Rin…!!” I screamed at her… and she just answered “Yes!”. I began to move my hips against hers too before I came with a big moan, soaking her pussy with my juices. I soon felt how she did the same with mine though, as she moaned loudly and pressing her pussy more, squirting all my pussy. She then fell on top of me, using my breast as a pillow.

“Oh so good…” she said and rolled off me, lying beside me. “So amazing… Rin…” I could barely say. She kissed my cheek and got up slowly. “I need to get going now… Remember I told my brother I would be back.” “Ah yes…” She quickly put her clothes on after cleaning herself and told me she enjoyed it so much. I could barely get up to clean myself, so she headed out on her own. I heard her truck go soon after.

+

I put my pajama on and lay on my bed to look at the roof. I have to admit… I liked what just happened. I smiled thinking about all these things.

More weeks passed, and it was almost time for our summer vacations. I had the feeling though… that our sex wouldn’t end with three of us. Mai-chan and I loved each other… but we accepted that sex with others wouldn’t break that love. I’m sure of it. Though soon more people would put us on their sight… Not only women, but also men… some close and some yet unknown to us… it was just getting bigger.

Her legs were spread and almost hugging my hips, holding my hands that were supporting my weight. I was moving my hips against her, rubbing my pussy against hers. I simply looked deeply into her eyes, moaning at the same pace as she was.

My breasts were hanging enough to barely rub against her perfect nipples since my hands were on the bed, keeping me up. I moved my hips a little lower as our clits started to touch each other, intensifying our moans. “I love you Mai… I love you with my whole heart!” I slightly screamed between my moans. I could notice how her eyes brightened up as she moved her head up to kiss me passionately.

“I’m only yours…!” she repeated a few times as she kissed me. I felt so happy… I was so happy and I wanted her to feel good. I started to rub my hips harder, making ours breasts bounce up and down, rubbing against each other in the process. “And I belong to you now…” I told her and she nodded and moaned.

I felt my climax getting closer as my pussy rubbed harder and harder against hers. I moaned loud as I screamed her name and felt such a strong climax, coming and squirting her pussy… Soon feeling how she too started to come and squirt my whole pussy. I kept us squeezed together for a while before lying on top of her, breathing heavily on her neck.

She blushed and hugged me softly… telling me she loved me. “No matter what… let’s stay together forever” I told her. She nodded while I lay beside her, hugging her and closing my eyes. Soon I started to drift into sleep, unconsciously saying “Only yours…”.

+

Two days later I was sitting on a bench in the school yard, eating my lunch alone as Mai was busy in a club activity. I was concentrating on my food so I didn’t notice until I looked to the left: It was Rin next to me looking directly at my face. I startled and spilled my water by accident. “Haha I’m sorry!” she laughed as she picked up the bottle quickly. “Ow… Why did you do that?” I asked while I recovered and sat again. “You were just so concentrated that I couldn’t avoid it!” She kept giggling as I tried to dry the water off my skirt. “Besides… your freckles make you look beautiful” she reminded me of my New Zealander, though I couldn’t help but blush.

“What are you saying?!” I put the rest of my meat-filled bread on the bench and stood up quickly. “Don’t flirt with me, Rin!” I told her. I noticed her eyes felt lost a little but quickly looked at mine again, “It’s okay right? It’s just… a side thing”. She gave me a little smile and I asked “A side thing?”. “Yes… just that. Not much more…” I wondered for a few seconds what she meant… but then it came back to me.

Rin… this girl, she has suffered a lot. She used to have a long distance relationship, but it was more than that, and it was obvious. It was real love without a doubt. Maiko herself even came to meet that girl once, and she became close to her too. But just a pair of months before Rin’s first anniversary with her… She went away. She barely said anything, just that she wasn’t the right girl for her and it was a waste of time. She said… completely the opposite of what she and Rin used to believe. She avoided Rin and Maiko completely after that… and she is simply gone now. Rin cried for almost a whole year, non-stop, asking herself for a why over and over again. And even now, Rin still believes she can’t trust anyone anymore. After the girl she trusted the most, destroyed her heart. I feel so horrible for her…

“Rie!” she screamed at me. I shook my head fast, realizing I had been lost in memories. “Oh… sorry.” I said with a small voice. “What are thinking about?” and then I asked… “Rin… are you okay? Are you…?”.  She understood what I meant right away, and she looked down with those sad, watery eyes she gets whenever she hears about it again. I almost let a tear go down my cheek when I saw her, but I wiped my eye fast. Rin… she is one of the best persons I have ever met. She and Maiko… are probably the two girls our whole classroom loves the most.

Her eyes were still watery, so I quickly told her “Hey Rin… let’s go get Mai”. She barely moved her eyes and answered with a yes.

I picked up the rest of my bread and water, but I didn’t feel like eating anymore. So I just drank my water and dropped it all in the trash can. We then walked together to the baseball field. Maiko was already walking out and towards us. “What were you doing?” asked Rin, to which Mai answered “I had to fix the bases and lines… I messed them up last time”. “You’re so silly you know?” Rin said to her. Mai giggled while I looked at them both. I realized… those two are part of the school’s baseball team… but I’m really bad at baseball so I can’t be with them.

All of a sudden, Rin asked “Hey Mai… would you let me be kinky with your girlfriend?”. Both me and Mai opened our eyes wide; Mai opened her mouth slowly saying “I… g-guess it would be okay… You two are the people I like the most…”. She was obviously shy, and I blushed when I saw Rin lean a bit to me “See… its okay. And would you let me do it with Mai, mmm?”. I blushed a bit more and said “Why not… If Mai lets me… then I let her too. I know she still loves me.” Mai smiled right after I said that… We both know we will never stop loving each other.

“Good to know!” Rin said just as the bell sounded. “I cleaned it just to use it again in a bit…” said Mai with a sad voice. Rin and I giggled while looking at Mai. “At least you don’t need to clean it again after this!” I said to Mai. “But… I need to get going now.  Be careful with your arm, Rin.” Rin smiled and said “We will both be alright.” And Mai told me “Bye my love!” I smiled happily and waved at them as I went to my volleyball practice. I saw them walking towards the field.

An hour later I was looking at the clock; Rin and Mai always come for me after sports practice. I decided to go look for them. As I walked, I looked around, maybe they were coming for me but I didn’t see them. So I went to the field. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I went towards the dressing room. I opened the door… and as soon as I did, I heard and saw them.

+

I kneeled and barely opened the door so they didn’t notice me. Rin only had her panties on, while Mai had her panties and bra. Rin was kissing her, hugging her against the wall. They were saying something but I couldn’t hear anything. Then Rin started to suck her neck slowly, moving her arms behind Mai. She then removed her bra swiftly and dropped it on the ground. Quickly Rin started to suck on her big breasts, immediately heading to her nipples. I knew she loved Mai’s boobs as much as I did, they were really perfect.

She continued to suck them for a bit more before quickly pulling her panties down. Mai blushed but let her continue… Then Rin quickly kneeled down, making her own boobs bounce a bit.

Rin had smaller breasts than Mai… But they still weren’t small. She had something of average breasts, C cup but still very sexy. She has always been of a thin frame, which makes her boobs stand out even more, her medium-size firm butt and her slightly big thighs. You could easily notice a bit of muscle on her body… She quite did exercise.

As fast as she kneeled, she pressed her mouth on Mai’s pussy. I blushed immediately… My girlfriend was being sucked by one of my friends. She started to suck her clit hard, like trying to make her come fast. I suppose she realized her time was limited. Mai let out a big scream of pleasure, holding Rin’s head to her pussy, pressing her own grapefruit-size breasts together in the process. I felt really horny at that site…

I kept watching my girlfriend moaning loudly, rubbing her pussy against Rin’s mouth as she focused on sucking her clit. I could barely see her tongue swirling around her hood while she sucked it hard. Rin had her hands on Mai’s thighs, pressing her against her. Then I noticed Mai started to moan even louder, closing her eyes shut.

Without a doubt… She started to come there, with Rin pressing her mouth hard on her, apparently swallowing everything of her. Even after Mai was done, Rin kissed her hips a little and looked up at her. Rin stood up, and then I realized I could be caught anytime, so I ran out of there fast. It was almost time for the next class, so I was sure they were coming out soon. When I reached the classroom, I sat on my desk and remembered what I had just saw.

+

It didn’t bother me that they had done it… after all, I did say it was okay and I’m sure of it. But… It really shocked me actually seeing them doing it. It was so much more different than just imagining them. As the days passed, I noticed how the three of us grew so much closer. I never said I saw them, but by now they probably already assumed I knew they had sex together. It was okay though… after all, I still had my love times with my Mai.

Many days passed by and I got used to it, but it was barely just going to be my turn… for Rin and I to have sex too. I was a matter of time after all. We all just got closer each day, keeping it to ourselves.

She had spent all of her life running, running from her past, running from her future, running from things that would scare her so badly she felt like she could not breathe. One of those things she ran so desperately away from was love. She had seen what it could do in the past, what it did to her family, her friends and occasionally even to herself when she would stop running long enough. It was never a pretty picture. Just like almost everyone else in the world, Lynn had some pretty deep emotional scars. Unfortunately, she used them as an excuse not to let her guard down.

Over the years very, few people did break down those defenses and saw past the illusions she fabricated. She was so afraid of getting hurt again that as soon as someone got too close she would shut down. The fear was too real for her. After the years she spent trying to recover from the damage of the emotional terrorist she wasted a year and a half of her life on, her self-esteem remained shattered. It seemed as if nothing would ever put the pieces back together.

When Michael drifted into her life, she never suspected that things would change so quickly. There was just some inexplicable reason she felt so connected to him. She had never been as comfortable with anyone in her life as she had become around him. It was the first time she felt like she could be herself around anyone. When he started to break down those defenses she clung so dearly to, he would not let her run away. What surprised her most was that she did not even want to run from it. She was so lost in the excitement and fun that she forgot about what she had been trying to avoid for so long and just let herself go.

He had been hurt many times as well. Both of them had sworn off relationships because of the broken hearts in the past. Neither of them wanted to go through that pain again. Instead of just pushing people away like she often did, Michael hid behind an almost impenetrable shyness. With her that boundary around his heart seemed to melt away as easy as the morning sun melts the autumn frost.

Days turned into weeks, and that connection that was so strong between them, began to grow more intense. Neither of them would ever be able to pinpoint the exact moment it happened. All they knew was that it did happen with such ease that they did not see it coming. They could talk about anything and it would still be all right. There was nothing Lynn could not share with him. Slowly, she began to show him her scars. All Michael could do was tried to comfort her and assure her that she deserved better. He, too, began to open up, revealing things he had not told another living soul.

It was not until a cold Saturday afternoon that things suddenly began to change between them. She showed up at his apartment to spend the day with him. Michael gave her a hug like the ones he had given her many times before, but something felt different today. Lynn dismissed it as just having missed him more than she normally did lately. As they sat down on the sofa to talk, he sat closer than usual. Something like that typically would have made her uncomfortable very quickly. Today, it did not even register to her.

While they were talking about what they had been up to, it happened. It was the moment that would change everything. It was like a fairy tale. It all happened so quickly. Their eyes met and neither could say a word. In the silence, it was as if their hearts cried out for one another. Michael moved a little closer. As he leaned in, Lynn's eyes closed. The kiss was so soft and delicate but filled with such a passion that neither of them could deny it any longer. They both knew right then and there that this was meant to be.

He pulled her closer to him. His body felt so good against hers as his arms wrapped around her. She felt so safe. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate by the second. Her hand gently rested against his shoulder, holding on to him tightly. Part of her was afraid that it was all just a dream and that she would wake up any moment. She pulled back slowly, breaking the kiss and looking up into his eyes. Her heart felt as if it would burst right out of her chest. The words would not come out. They could not. It was too soon. It would change everything and possibly destroy it.

He caressed her cheek as he looked into her eyes. It felt as if he was staring into her soul. It was the closest she had ever felt to another person in her life. A slight smile crossed his lips. That was the moment she knew that it was no longer just a friendship. Her lower lip quivered as she tried to force the words out. He did not need to hear them. He could see into her heart.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers once again. All of her defenses melted away, letting him not only touch her body but her soul as well. His hand slipped down the center of her back, resting gently against the small of her back as he pulled her harder to him. She offered no resistance to his advances. He broke the kiss, releasing her from his grasp for a moment. Lynn feared that something had changed in that moment, that now he did not find her desirable. Much to her surprise, Michael leaned down, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she gazed into his eyes. That was when they both became completely certain that this was right.

Michael laid her down upon his bed, staring at the beautiful creature before him. Deep down he had longed for this moment for a very long time, but never before could he act upon the feelings. Lynn bit down lightly on her lower lip as she shyly looked up at him. He moved onto the bed, lying down next to her. He propped his head up on his hand as he looked at her. The overwhelming urge to kiss her once again surfaced. Michael kissed her softly once again, moving on top of her. Lynn's eyes fluttered shut as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her.

His hand rested against the soft curve of her neck as he kissed her. Very slowly, he began to move it down along her collarbone and toward her breasts. He felt her chest rise and fall faster as the desire inside her grew stronger. Finally, his hand came to rest upon her right breast, massaging it softly as they continued to kiss. Lynn moaned softly into the kiss, urging him to continue you. His hand slipped down, tracing along the soft cotton t-shirt before slipping under it.

Lynn drew in a deep breath as she felt his hand against her bare skin. The softness of his touch sent shivers through her as his hand moved back toward her lace-clad breast. The moment they shared was more beautiful than either of them could have imagined it would be. Each breath Michael drew filled him with the soft scent of her perfume. His lips left hers, trailing from her cheek to her jaw line and finally down to her neck. Her head moved to the side, giving him full access to her neck, something that many had been denied. He was delighted as he heard the soft whimper as he began to kiss her warm skin. Her body reacted incredibly to each touch of his lips against her. He continued to cover her neck in delicate kisses before reaching the edge of her shirt.

Now that Michael had gotten a taste of her, he needed more. He eased up onto his knees and stared down at her. He took the hem of her shirt in his hands and slowly began to slide it up her body. Lynn sat up slightly, allowing him to slip the garment off her. Despite how she felt at the moment, her self doubt shown through. Michael's eyes never left hers as she stared up at him self-consciously. His hands moved around her torso, unhooking her bra. Her hands immediately moved to cover her breasts as she laid back. Michael took her hand in his, as sadness filled his eyes. He shook his head slightly.

"Please Lynn, trust me. I do not want you to be shy around me. I think you are beautiful," he sincerely said.

It took all the courage had for Lynn to move her hands. The constant degradation from her ex boyfriend had left her so ashamed of her own body that the thought of exposing herself to someone she now felt so deeply connected to awoken a deep terror inside her. Michael leaned down once again, caressing her smooth skin as his hands pushed the straps of her bra off of her shoulders. His lips met her flesh again, kissing across her collarbone and slowly down her chest. He took his time, savoring every inch of her as he removed her bra.

Lynn's breath came in ragged bursts as each kiss breathed new life into her. She could slowly feel the doubts slipping away as he continued to worship her body an inch at a time. Her fingers intertwined with his hair as she ran her fingers over the back of his neck. A loud moan slipped from her as his lips latched on to her distended nipple. The soft suction from his mouth and the gentle caress of his tongue were driving her wild with desire. She had never experienced such pleasure before with anyone and now she knew she had to have more.

He continued to suckle her nipple as his hand slipped down her stomach, inching toward her jeans. She could feel his erection pressing against her through their clothing as their need for each other intensified. Fear mingled now with the desire he had awoken in her. His mouth left her breast, kissing across the valley between the two fleshy mounds toward the erect center of her left breast. Soon the tiny nub was given the same delicate treatment as the other as his fingers fumbled with the button fly jeans. Her hand moved to his, pulling it away from her pants. He promptly stopped, looking up at her with a puzzled look on his face. He was clearly worried that he had overstepped bounds with her.

She leaned up, kissing him softly as she pulled his shirt slowly off. She pulled him back down with her, running her fingers slowly over his spine. Her nails lightly brushed along his skin, sending chills through him. She broke the kiss, laying back and smiling at him. Her hands gently pushed him away, encouraging him to lay back. She slithered from under him, sitting on the edge of the bed as she watched him relax. Her hands moved quickly to his pants as she started to unfasten them. She felt in control again, pushing her vulnerability aside as much as she could as she tried to detach herself from her emotions. She knew it was the only way she could survive this.

He lifted his hips off the bed as her fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers. She slowly removed both articles and laid them at the foot of the bed. He watched her closely. He could almost see a physical change in her as she moved between his legs. He understood what she was doing, and no matter how much she tried to succeed, he could not let her. He watched the transformation of her movements, seeing the old defenses immerging. As her fingers wrapped around his swollen shaft, he let out a pleasurable sigh. Her skillful touch was almost too much for him. She leaned in closer, letting the tip of her tongue trace over the smooth warm flesh at the head. She made tight little circles over it, letting each one expand slightly before she allowed the head to penetrate her warm mouth.

He groaned softly as her tongue tickled his flesh, making it even harder for him to concentrate. He wanted the feeling to continue but he knew if he let her build that wall again, the connection they had shared would be cut off completely. His hand landed tenderly against her jaw, lifting her face as he pulled her away from his engorged shaft. He could see the fear in her eyes as she tried to evade his gaze. He sat up, pulling her body to his and hugging her tight. She did not understand why he was doing this. She tried to pull out of his embrace but he held on tight, brushing her hair away from her face as he looked into her eyes once again.

"What do you want from me?" she asked in a broken voice. "What do you want?"

He could see the tears starting to form in her eyes as she awaited his answer. She was terrified that he had suddenly found her unpleasant. Her lower lip quivered almost undetectable. He stroked her cheek as he smiled at her. She felt rigid in his embrace. The fear and self-doubt had once again reared its ugly head.

"I want to make love to you Lynn. I just want to love you," he whispered.

The tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at him in disbelief for a moment. She could tell he was truly sincere. Lynn buried her face against his chest as he held her. It took all she had not to completely break down. No one had ever used those words with her. No one had ever made love to her before. She was unsure what to expect. She lifted her face, looking up into his eyes once again. He just smiled at her, wiping away her tears with his fingertips. He felt the stiffness slipping away as he laid her back down against the bed.

Her eyes never left his as he began to undress her fully. Like a child, she sought his guidance, his reassurance. He loved her deeply, that was evident in everything he was doing. She drew in slow controlled breathes as she felt his hands begin to tug on her jeans. She lifted her body slightly, allowing him to remove them completely. The thin white thong that covered the smooth skin remained in place. He moved over her once again, and began to kiss his way down her body. Her soft gasps and moans made it clear that she was surrendering to the feelings she feared most.

She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin as he moved down slowly toward the tiny patch of fabric that covered her sex. The scent of her made his mouth water. Even through the material of her panties, she could feel the warmth of his lips as he kissed down them. Her legs spread for him slowly, still a bit reluctant about letting herself go. He could see that she was finally accepting what was happening, that she was opening herself up to him in a way she had not opened herself to anyone in a very long time. He kissed along the edges of the panties, feeling the soft skin against his lips.

Her breathing was becoming noticeably labored as the urgent need began to build inside her. She tried to sit up, to make him let her please him as well. He just shook his head as he looked at her. She parted her lips to speak but was quickly stopped as he put his finger to her lips.

"No Lynn. Please, I want this. I want to make you feel like you have never felt before. I want you to lie back down and enjoy it as much as I am enjoying doing this," he said reassuringly.

She nodded, laying back as he returned to what he was doing. His lips grazed her panty-clad lips, making her shiver with pleasure. Slowly his tongue traced over the little pearl just above them. Lynn ached with desire for him. His tongue dipped down, dragging over her lips again. She squirmed, feeling him push the fabric harder against her flesh as it became increasingly wet. His fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and eased them down slowly. His palms glided over her thighs and down her legs as he removed the final barrier between them.

She could see a hunger in his eyes when he looked at her. He lowered his head, his tongue immediately moving over her soft swollen lips. She moaned loudly as she felt the thick fleshy flaps part and his tongue push into her. Once he had a taste of her, he could not get enough. His tongue darted in and out of her, lapping at the sweetness she secreted. She gripped handfuls of the bedding beneath her, clutching the sheets as his touch gave her such pleasure. His nose rubbed gently against her clit, sending her into the first shuddering orgasm of the night. Michael eagerly swept every drop of the delicious fluid into her mouth with his tongue. His lips then moved over her clit as he brought his finger to the moist slit.

Slowly he pressed into her, letting his finger slip in deeper as she moaned loudly. Lynn murmured as she writhed against the bed. He added a second finger, easing it in patiently before turning them. He curled his fingers slightly, feeling for the spongy spot on the upper wall. His fingers moved in and out of her slowly, grazing that spot with every pass. His tongue swirled against her throbbing little bud as his fingers teased her velvety folds.

He listened to each soft sound she made, noting every nuance in his mind as he learned exactly where to touch to elicit a specific reaction. Lynn's body trembled under his skillful manipulations of her flesh. In her lifetime, she had never experienced something so special and so pleasurable. She could not explain it if she had to. There were no words that could even begin to describe what she was feeling at that moment. Quickly, he drew out another intense climax from her.

He sat back on his heels, smiling at her, his lips and all around his mouth glistening with her wetness. She stared at him in complete awe. He could see a fire in her eyes now that raged, destroying any self doubt that had remained. He licked his lips, still savoring the taste of her. Before he could lick the honeyed juices from his fingers, she took his hand in hers. She guided Michael's fingers toward her mouth, letting her tongue dance over the damp digits before sliding them between her lips. She suckled softly as she stared up into his eyes, continuing to clean the taste from his fingers.

He moved over her as she laid back. Her arms snaked around his neck as she pulled him down to her. The kiss was the most passionate they had shared. Her tongue slipped between his lips, seeking out more of her own taste upon him. Her hips moved, lifting and lowering slightly as she felt the tip of his manhood against her moist flesh. Their moans mingled as they kissed, hands exploring every bit of flesh they could. Her lips were parting again as the head of his swollen shaft nestled between them. He pushed in slowly as her hips rose to meet his.

The sounds of their passions increased as their bodies moved as one. His mouth left hers, kissing back to her neck once again. Her muscles milked him as his rigid cock worked slowly in and out of her. Her moans became more passionate as her body crushed against his. Her nails raked lightly down his back as she bucked into him. His teeth caught her flesh between them, nipping gently at her neck. He groaned as he felt her body react, her muscles clenching around him.

Her breathing became frenzied as she started to grind her hips against his. Again, she was shaking, caught in the grips of an intense orgasm. Her muscles spasmed around him, bringing him closer to climax. Michael fought with all his might to keep from losing control. It felt too good to be inside her like this for him to let the feeling end so quickly. The sound of his voice in her ear urged her on. Her voice filled the room as she reached new heights of pleasure.

Her nails dug into his flesh as her body writhed beneath him. He looked down into her eyes as another orgasm blossomed. Her soft panting breathes mingled with her moans as she stared back at him. It was more than he could take. Michael's pace quickened as the throbbing became unbearable. In an instant, her womb was flooded with his seed. He collapsed against her as they rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

With his head resting on her chest, he could hear her heart pounding. Once they both were starting to calm down, he raised up, resting his weight on one elbow. His fingers brushed over her cheek as they gazed into each other's eyes. Michael had accomplished the impossible. Not only had he fought past all of the painful emotions of her past and his shyness, he had managed to connect with her like no one else had ever done. In that moment, Lynn felt something she had never felt before. Despite the thin sheen of sweat that covered her body, the mass of tangles her soft auburn hair was in, and all of her former misconceptions that led her to see herself as a hideous monster, Michael made her feel beautiful.

*Please* he begged
*Please , look at me, * she had waited for this, and now that the moment had come, she was terrified.
* I ..... I can't ...* she stammard.
she began to relax, as he held her hands,  softly running his thumbs over the backs of them. he placed her hands against his bare chest . her fingertips brushing the familiar body she had so gently kissed and caressed not too long before. he gently tilted her chin up and kissed her lips ever so softly. with this tears streamed down her cheeks like  cascading rivers. the man slid his arm around her waist pulling her close. Jade could feel his thighs pressing against hers.

* Please * he begged again.
* Please , will you look at me ?* he said his voice low and husky.

slowly she opened them and through blurred eyes Jade saw what she had dreamed to see for months after the news of his death. Dante was now standing before her. she smiled remembering the day before he left. the had made love that day. slow passionate love. as if they would never have the change again . after , she laid in his arms as  he caressed her side and kissed her lips... he had promised no matter how long it took . he would come back . even out of the fiery pits of hell. nothing would stop him . the need of her was too strong . not even the devil himself could contain him.

Dante ran his hand along her cheek rousing her from the memory. she looked at him again and smiled. slowly as if afraid to touch him . she reached up and softly caressed his face.. as soon as Dante felt her touch his eyes closed and he leaned into her hand. then kissed her palm softly .
how long had it been sense he had felt her last? how long had he ached to hold her and love her ? not only in mind but in body. on the lonely nights laying in his bed he had spent the time dreaming of her . of her soft skin resting against his . their arms and legs twisted together in a passionate embrace. their bodies striving to become one . him thrusting into her willing body.

he groaned at the thought as a stirring started in his loins. slowly he wrapped his other arm around her waist pulling her body flat against his own . his hard on now pressed into her belly , wanting to be touched. she slipped her hand between their bodies slifing her hand over him . he groaned again and opened his eyes . looking down at her he smiled. she was so beautiful he thought . ha had never seen another like her . long silky raven hair , skin the color of honey, and so soft it was like touching rose petals. her eyes my god her eyes were the color of pure jade. two bright flurescent green orbs . which could look straight into a mans soul and penetrate his thoughts . her lips were full with a gorgeous red hue. dante reached up with one hand and ran his thumb over her lips . in response she closed her eyes and kissed it.

* god ive missed you  *, he silenced her by gently pressing his lips to hers and kissing her . he pulled back and brushed his lips against hers.

* shhhh im here now, lets just enjoy the moment*, he replied. he slipped his arm back around her waist and pressed  her so tight to him ,that it was like he wanted to absorb her into him . she stood leaning against him , smiling at him. now that her mind was thinking clearly again, she noticed he hadnt really change much . he was 6'5 and still fit and lean , handsome with piercing eyes a strong jaw and dark hair. she also noticed his tattoo. a panther on his bicep . which she now softly ran her fingers over . he smiled at her touch and noticed she was wearing a tubetop. he smiled again knowing he had easy access. he nuzzled her neck inhaling her intoxicating aroma. a mixture of natural woman and lavendar. slowly dante trailed soft kisses down her neck and chest. he stopped at her tubetop and grunted in disapproval. he hooked two fingers into the top and quickly pulled it down revealing her firm beautiful D cup breasts. she shuddard feeling the cool air hit her skin . dante squeezed her left breast and pinched her nipple a few times feeling it hardend slightly . her head fell back and she moaned in pleasure when he lent down and took her nipple into his mouth . his lips tight around it as he sucked . he ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass hard lifting her off the floor. she pushed up her skirt and wrapped her legs around him . as he held her up , he caressed her ass with his left hand . his right roamed her body. teasing her other nipple then slidding inbetween their bodies and underneath her skirt. he ran his hand over her , finding her to be soaked . she kissed his neck and the side of his face, as she ground against his hand, urging him on . he pushed aside her thong and teased her clit abit making her moan.  after working her into a frenzy he pushed two fingers into her then a third . dante started slowly thrusting his fingers into her warm pussy. until she was pulling on her free nipple and moaning low in her throat . he thrust harder and harder feeling himself becoming more aroused by the sounds and smells of her . she started screaming and her body shook with the coming of her first orgasm. dante pushed her against the wall, reach down and undid his pants . she pulled his face up to hers and kissed him breathlessely, as he pushed his pants down to his ankles .  he pulled his fingers out of her , and with a quick movement ripped the thin material of her thong , exposing her pussy to him . he steadied himself and with a hard quick thrust. he forced himself into her . her cries muffled by his kisses. she tightly wrapped her legs around him, locking him in place. he pulled all the way out , until there was just the head inside her and drove into her again . he did this a few times until he had his rythem. they stayed like this for what seemed like hours. her digging her nails into his back, moving with him until he hit just the right spot, which sent her over the edge . she screamed again and buried her face in his chest as her body shook violently , as the  orgasm coursed through her . her muscles contracting tightly and squeezing his shaft was too much for him . he groaned and came in her, his body shuddering . after he stood for a minute still being  inside her he kissed her , and lowerd her to the floor. until she was laying on her back . she ran her hands over his body as he moved. the muscles moving under her hands . he impatiently pulled her top over her head . then grabbed her skirt and ripped it open .. the buttons flying everywhere. he pulled the remenants of her thong from her body and leanend down to kiss her .. he kissed down her body , licking , biting , and sucking her nipples .... down her stomach... running his tounge around her navel . then down to her inner thighs . he rested one on his shoulder and kissed slowly up her thigh. she shivered as he did the same to the other . then stopped at her pussy. he blew slowly causing her to twitch. then ran his tounge along her pussy lips. just barely grazing her clit. he did this until she moaned loudly and pushed his face into her pussy. he spread her lips apart and sucked on her clit making her writhe. he slid two fingers into her pussy as he did this sucking hard on her clit and thrusting into her pussy until she screamed and came again . he moved down and began licking and sucking her pussy . sliding his tounge deep into her licking up her juices, sucking her into extreme bliss. she laid there panting, small rivulets of sweat running down her temples.. breasts heaving . he kissed her pussy then moved up her body stopping to lick her nipples. she smiled wrapping her arms around him . she kissed him and held him against her. his head rested on her breast, as she  ran her fingertips acrossed his back . they both fell into a fitful slumber, both smiling with satisfaction.